I grew up with a cast of odd characters so I was comfortable with Ramona right off. But will this last? Will Ramona become enraged that I don't talk enough? That Mario talks to me too much? Will she angrily confront me when I don't invite her to Lenny's to check my mail? Will she be furious when I call her Bunny behind her back?
Meanwhile, downtown I learned that Aviva isn't anxious about her hot husband running around sans ring, but she does have anxieties. So much so, in fact, that she has the same standard issue gear in her Upper East Side doorman apartment that I was issued when I covered the Gulf War! I was fortunate to not have to use it then -- the hazmat suit, the gas mask -- but now I know where I'm going next apocalypse. I'm heading straight for the Drescher Bunker, after I stop at Sonja's for mac-and-cheese truffles.
Quick wrap-up: No one called me cool this week (thank god) but Heather did call me Mama-boo. (Cute.) Aviva curtsied twice, but not to me. Sonja has a count in her past and a crumb tray in her future. (I can't stop saying "crumb tray.") And Heather may or may not invite Ramona to London. Also, Mario's scent calms Ramona so I think Luann should have it bottled and spritz when the situation calls.
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P.S. . .Sonja, you're right we look weirdly similar. . .There have been rumors of a hospital mix-up. . .Uh, Mom?