The Peperium household woke to 2007 and discovered the virus that decided to spend Christmas break with us had finally gotten the message. Our insistance upon taking our 12-hour Sudafed every 12 hours, our 8-hour Tylenol every 8 hours, our eye drops every 6 hours and our cough syrup every 4 hours began to make the virus feel unwelcome. And while I'm not saying anyone worked out this morning or volunteered to take down the tree, we are beginning to see daylight in more than just the literal sense. This being the case, I figure now is the time to do a good turn for the readers of Patum Peperium.
One of the questions that must roll through the enormous minds of our enormous readership every now and again is whether Wg Cdr Sir Basil Seal's tailor as good as the Wg Cdr claims he is. These days, very few men strive to be what Saki might call "an expensively upholstered article". Nevertheless, in a world of Casual Business Attire and Suitless Fridays and Come-As-You-Are state dinners, our worthy Wg Cdr claims to inhabit an island of sartorial splendor amidst a sea of care-free, no-iron, wrinkle-resistant poly blends. Is there any substance behind the oft-made claims? Well, dear readership, I alone can--and, more importantly, will--solve this burning question for you.
Here is the Wg Cdr Sir Basil. As you can see, his tailor is pure Savile Row.
Mrs. P
Card's wife, are you there?
Posted by: Mrs. Peperium | January 02, 2007 at 05:57 PM
Yes.
Posted by: Card's wife | January 02, 2007 at 05:58 PM
I need advice. Are you available?
Posted by: Mrs. Peperium | January 02, 2007 at 05:58 PM
Yes.
Posted by: Card's wife | January 02, 2007 at 05:59 PM
Great. I just took the kids for a bike ride and it was twilight meaning I could see into all the homes. I saw one of my neighbors's Christmas gifts.
Posted by: Mrs. Peperium | January 02, 2007 at 06:00 PM
Well...?
Posted by: Card's wife | January 02, 2007 at 06:01 PM
Mr. P just came home. I'll be right back.
Posted by: Mrs. Peperium | January 02, 2007 at 06:02 PM
Are you there? I just sent Mr. P out for some wine.
Posted by: Mrs. Peperium | January 02, 2007 at 06:08 PM
Still here. White or red?
Posted by: Card's wife | January 02, 2007 at 06:08 PM
Red. Okay, what I saw in the livingroom of my neighbor's 1936 English Tudor is a 10 foot long, extra deep, grey rabbit fur sofa.
Posted by: Mrs. Peperium | January 02, 2007 at 06:11 PM
In Grosse Pointe? How scandalous.
Posted by: Card's wife | January 02, 2007 at 06:14 PM
The thing is massive.
Posted by: Mrs. Peperium | January 02, 2007 at 06:16 PM
Outrageous!
Posted by: Harvey | January 02, 2007 at 06:16 PM
I could maybe understand a fur sofa in a ski lodge. A little fondue...a little white wine...a little apple struedel...a giangantic rabbit fur sofa.
Posted by: Mrs. Peperium | January 02, 2007 at 06:20 PM
Those used to be in.
Posted by: Card's wife | January 02, 2007 at 06:23 PM
When?
Posted by: Mrs. Peperium | January 02, 2007 at 06:24 PM
During the Clinton years.
Posted by: Card's wife | January 02, 2007 at 06:25 PM
Are my neighbors Democrats?
Posted by: Mrs. Peperium | January 02, 2007 at 06:26 PM
Is this the neighbor with the El Camino?
Posted by: Card's wife | January 02, 2007 at 06:28 PM
He does work for GM. She shops at The Gap.
Posted by: Mrs. Peperium | January 02, 2007 at 06:28 PM
Did I tell you what Card got me for Christmas?
Posted by: Card's wife | January 02, 2007 at 06:30 PM
Art?
Posted by: Mrs. Peperium | January 02, 2007 at 06:30 PM
Multi pieces of art.
Posted by: Card's wife | January 02, 2007 at 06:33 PM
Huh? Are you Democrats too?
Posted by: Mrs. Peperium | January 02, 2007 at 06:34 PM
I meant multiple.
Posted by: Card's wife | January 02, 2007 at 06:35 PM