We had a lovely weekend free of Babette drama and the household seems to be settling down nicely. Magda called me Tootie this morning and Alfonse has gave me the “Fonzie” thumbs up so I know everything is shifting back into pre-Babs upset.
So imagine my shock when I went to let the chickens out this a.m. and found their whole little house toilet papered. The destruction didn’t stop there. All of my new peas sprouts have been pulled out of their beds and the wisteria vine has been spray painted red! Of course I suspected Babette but couldn’t know for sure until I noticed my sterling silver gravy boat in the birdbath filled with what I can only guess is chicken manure.
I fear that Babette’s reign of domestic terror is not over. Nonetheless, I will persevere and work on a ad for Craigslist for another fictitious personal assistant.
Hopefully, I will find one that does not consider herself a budding writer. Who needs the drama?
Wish me well, dear friends!