So, I ordered my little book and kept it hidden away till now. Just a few minutes ago, I picked out my favorite t-word and ran upstairs and slapped one on my body. And I think it looks swell, in a book-lusty sort of way. But why, you may ask, all the sneaking around?
I had to wait for the beneficent Mr. Hall to get out of the house. Because when it comes to the t-word, even a t-word that's temporary, Mr. Hall is not very beneficent. I wouldn't want to say what Mr. Hall is when it comes to the t-word.
Let's just say I'd be that word that proper Southern women never, ever use. And yes, I am, too, a proper Southern woman.