A Killer Post…

Dear Mr. Hitchcock:

First off, you are dead.  You’re no longer making movies.  Yes, I know we quite nearly share a birthday, and all, but I did not get the memo.  And I said “Intergalactic Princess“, not Grace Kelly.

Next time you decide to incorporate my life into one of your movies, could I get some advance notice?  It only became clear to me when I looked out the window this morning.

Everywhere I look, starlings.  There must be fifty of the birds outside the rear window of our house, in the north by northwest section of the yard.

I also have a rather dark sense of humor, and I like to think of my life these past few months as a notorious movie in which I have a bad case of stagefright.    That part’s okay.  As I said, had I just gotten the memo, I could have saved myself some vertigo and high anxiety (okay, I know that’s Mel Brooks, but it’s related) and just gone on with things. 

On the other hand, I confess that since I’m no longer working in the city, dealing with the strangers on a train, I’m feeling much better about my life.  The whole experience has been my lifeboat, escaping from living with the wrong man and being young and innocent.

So anyway, good to know I’m not psycho, and all, but if you decide to do it again, let me know in advance.  Otherwise, I’m going to Dial M for Murder. 

Sincerely,

Me

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