I'm in the mood for a good bombing

Life on the farm gets challenging.  I'm not one to complain, but there are days when I get all knocked up (*note: Look up how Jane Austen uses that term, you dimwit). Dealing with the servants, cooks, butler, and gardners can leave a girl knackered, hankering for something stiff.  Possibly with a twist of lime.  How many times must I tell Ingrid the napkins get folded left to right, and Jose constantly disobeoyes my request for the elephant's left leg to be lifted in line with his trunk.  

Come on people, haven't you seen Josuhua Fraser's Versailes Design? 

Well, all of this fretting around the farm instigated quite the scene when I went down to the Farmer's Market today.  Sarah, the flower girl, always has my wildflower boquet ready.  However, Sarah was apparently not in charge of the stand today and consequently I had to deal with Gregory (who is not Sampson).  When he handed me a boquet of Sunflowers he asked me what was wrong?! I mean, COME ON PEOPLE!!!  WHO DO YOU THINK I AM?! 

The cops coming in to interfere was completely unnecessary, and their accusations that I threw a vase at Gregory are completely unfounded.  Alas, Barry will have to represent me in court and it's always a struggle when your ex-husband is your criminal defense attorney.  Hope Judge Wickett is on the bench that day ;)

Best,
Zsa Zsa