Friday, August 8, 2014

Worse

Were things that bad? Were they? I mean, yes, your snoozy too-good-to-be-true British fiance died before anyone even met him, rendering your roommates incapable of truly understanding your grief and clouding their sympathy with mistrust (because really, you bagged a guy with a British accent?). Then there was your mental break where you kidnapped a fawn and raised it in a Manhattan, which couldn't  be healthy for anyone, least of all the deer. And also you were basically Margo's housekeeper in addition to being a nurse and a midwife and whatever else they used to let you do at the hospital. Plus that hair. That turtleneck. That everything. But I mean that was all pretty much normal Tommie! On the Tommie continuum, I wouldn't say we're rock bottom yet.

4 comments:

TimK said...

RAISED IT IN A MANHATTAN? Even a fawn wouldn't fit in a glass that small.

Downpuppy said...

True. Lily is much better off in Margaritaville.

The rest of us are somewhat desperate to escape. Tommie/Carol started June 20, and after 6 weeks.....

TimP said...

hmmmm... 'Rock Bottom on the Tommie Continuum' has a nice kind of lilt to it. Maybe set to some sixties psychedelic rock I can hear it as some sort of reverbed out chorus right before they do some kinda weird theremin solo.

Ken's Orange Overcoat said...

The fawn thing was before the fiance's death, making it all the more weird. I guess Tommie was freaked out that her mother got married before she did.