More to the Story, or Frumpy Returns!

Just when I'd all but finished licking my wounds, this shows up--an invitation to a luncheon, not only in my honor but from Miss Debbie herself, the very one who called me on the phone just a few days ago and said, "Stay away--we don't want your kind!" (So much for my paltry understanding of human nature.) Anyway, I can't go, darn it, because that's the very day I had planned to do a worm count on our property, and after that to pick up all the dog poop and maybe move some of the rocks around. Otherwise I would definitely go.