I would like to form a pipe-smoking granny detection agency with my dear Canadian friend Robin, pipe-smoking-granny-in-training-extraordinaire! I can see our futures now--a life of international crime fighting. We'd best start now with annual meetings, rocking chairs and afghans. We'll take up residence in a corner in a coffee/tea shop, and there'll be no stopping us. Maybe one of the members of our agency can write a gossip column where she accidentally documents vital clues for future cases, and through which she sends out secret coded messages. It will be grand, and we will play matchmakers and break up weddings, walking the fine line between fairy godmother and guardian angel and girdled avenger. We'll restore stolen goods, bring the dead back to life (well, maybe), and find homes for lost orphans. Basically it'll be real cute and snarky.
There's no way this won't make for the best kind of living there is.
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