It was the Boomer Bible. Chelsea (whom my sparky husband used to call "Chutney,") was a chronic imperious brat. Staff used to shrug and say, "What do you expect? She was raised by wolves."
Don't get me going on the exceedingly mediocre Chutney, whose supine public health dispatches from Haiti to her parents read as if she had eaten a thes…
It was the Boomer Bible. Chelsea (whom my sparky husband used to call "Chutney,") was a chronic imperious brat. Staff used to shrug and say, "What do you expect? She was raised by wolves."
Don't get me going on the exceedingly mediocre Chutney, whose supine public health dispatches from Haiti to her parents read as if she had eaten a thesaurus and regurgitated it on the page. She was raised by unappeasable monsters.
It was the Boomer Bible. Chelsea (whom my sparky husband used to call "Chutney,") was a chronic imperious brat. Staff used to shrug and say, "What do you expect? She was raised by wolves."
Don't get me going on the exceedingly mediocre Chutney, whose supine public health dispatches from Haiti to her parents read as if she had eaten a thesaurus and regurgitated it on the page. She was raised by unappeasable monsters.
I am loving this convo. You go, Megabeth!