Live, Laugh, Myrtle

Sorry I didn’t update you all on how the rest of the night went. I just couldn’t stop crying, let alone write a post for a blog. During that time though, I decided that if I want people to read and enjoy my blog, they have to know who the real Myrtle is. So I have a confession to make. I am not actually married Tom, I am married to a man named George. However, George and I are very, very out of love. We married about 12 years ago, and our relationship has been awful ever since. Because of him, we live in an old, grimy garage “I married him because I thought he was a gentleman.” "I thought he knew something about breeding, but he wasn't fit to lick my shoe." So me and Tom have been going together. Tom is actually the husband of a woman named Daisy. If the girl wasn’t Catholic, Tom and I would more than likely be engaged by now, if not wedded. But l now have no idea what is going on:(. George is coming back up from another one of his uninterested customers. I'll tell you guys the haps on last night in my next posts. TTYL (talk to your lover)

Hi! It’s me Myrtle again. My friends the McKees from my apartment complex recently informed me that it’s best to update blogs as much as possible. They’re so knowledgeable of the arts! The husband, Mr. McKee loves photography, and his wife is so supportive of him. You can find some of his work in the gallery portion of my blog. Mr. McKee snapped a picture of me when I was not paying any attention at all lol (laugh out loud or lots of love), and it was like he froze a moment. Real nice. It’s about 7 or 8 in the evening, and the day has already been full with things to do. I met Nick, who turns out to be Tom’s cousin of some sort. Nick is pretty okay, although he does not seem as well to do as I thought he’d be. He does seem very observant, though.

Back to my day. So first me, Tom and Nick went shopping. There’s nothing better than an afternoon spent shopping in New York—except maybe an afternoon shopping in Paris! I got a couple things: some reading materials, perfume, and an ice cream bar. But most importantly, I got the dog! Since no one responded to what kind of dog I should get, I decided on the Airedale. Me and Tom are going to take such good care of her. Right now, we’re back at the apartment and we invited some guests over, including the McKees and my sister, Catherine. We’re having such a great time. Lots of drinks, lots of laughter, the usual.

I’m going to get back to partying like a queen! Peace out!!!!

Hello all! My name is Myrtle Wilson and this is my blog. All of my buddies from my apartment building have a blog, and it just seemed like a pretty hip hobby to start, don’t you think? This blog will just be updates about my marvelous life, so thank you for reading!

Anywho, I’m about to go out into the town with my hubby Tom! He’s bringing someone else along as well. Someone named Nick, I think. I wonder if he’s a nice guy— who am I kidding? I know he’s going to be a nice guy because he hangs out with my Tom, of course! I’m über excited, nonetheless. Maybe Tom will finally get me a dog for the apartment today, because I have been wanting one since the dawn of time. What kind of dog do you, my delightful readers, think I should get? I’ve been thinking about an Airedale terrier. They just scream “Manhattan” to me.

Okay, I’m about to get ready, but I cannot choose between my simple brown fitted dress or my cream−colored chiffon dress. Both are extremely cute… Oh heck I’ll just wear both today! I think I hear Tom’s Auburn nearby, I better hurry. GTG (got to go.):D