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)