It’s the lack of support that rankles. The Crone was in work this morning before 8am. She didn’t leave until after 7pm and all day long she was concerned with sales plans, and curriculum development and personnel management and other time consuming issues. As she shut down her computer, she checked her facebook page which had more than 200 updates, most of them one-word and colorful: purple, white, black and a daring nude or two. Were her girlfriends (more than 200 of them) posting their favorite pantone hue? Could the Crone safely post “orange” or was there a danger the question was something to do with the color of Iris Robinson’s sheets–or the fragility of the MP for Strangford’s mental state on some sort of Tom Ridge terror alert scale? (Ok, you have to have a very specific life experience to get both of these allusions, but the Crone craves your indulgence, she has a lot to get off her chest.) And why weren’t they including the Crone? The Crone posted a hurt-sounding status update–don’t forget a bosom pal–unburden yourself–make a clean breast of it. She arrived home at 9pm to a couple of cryptic comments, but still she’d been left to dangle. So she turned to Google and is pleased to report that her status is now Gold. Pure Gold. And bigger than yours…
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