“This is harrrdddd!” Thalia wailed and rubbed her forehead. “Where is Rhonda when we need her?”
“Rhonda?” asked Calliope.
“You know — Help me Rhonda, help — help me Rhonda?” Thalia sang.
“From The Beach Boys’ song?” asked Urania. “We don’t need Rhonda… One of Substack’s technicians, yes. Rhonda, no. Let’s keep plugging away. We can figure this out.”
“Well, one thing I’m sure of is that we cannot manage three newsletters. We have to figure out how to get rid of one 3musesmerge. That’s our first step?” asked Cal.
“We tried!” Thalia nervously plucked at her hairline. “I think we almost deleted Born Free Newsletter!”
“Thalia — Will you please go make breakfast? Cal and I will keep working here and when you come back, I’m sure we’ll be at the fun part — adding pictures and stuff to our about page. Okay?” asked Urania.
“Yup! Bye-bye.”
“Here we go…” said Urania to Cal. “We can do this.”
Worked for me!
“Help me get her outta my heart.” “We have to figure out how to get rid of one threemusesmerge.” ??? Did I just wake up from a freshly baked, with gooey icing, cinnamon roll stupor?