When an envelope from iTickets.com was brought into me on a silver charger along with the other letters and calling cards of the day, I had to instruct my heart to be still. When I opened it up with the letter opener with an ivory handle that Lord Smithsworth purchased for me during his sojourn in the exotic climes of Asia, my senses were flooded with such a sweet fragrance that I swooned. Once my devoted lady-in-waiting, Agnes, revived me with smelling salts, I grasped my Don Miller-penned tome, A Million Miles in a Thousand Years and clutched it to my breast, exhaling scores of melancholy sighs and allowing a solitary tear to escape, in expectation of the day, the fateful day, where Sir Don shall sign my book and I shall experience a brush with very Destiny.
2 comments:
:-) How nice to have manservants to brings notes and things in on silver chargers.
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Tell Don I said what up! :)
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