Drinks are on D. tonight!

It's only the 7th, and Edgar, my sister's carrier pigeon, has already returned from his monthly journey to Switzerland. His adventure begins on the 2nd, when he leaves the Manor with a velvet satchel brimming with rent checks just waiting to be deposited. He flies alllll the way across the Atlantic Ocean to a bank hidden in the Swiss Alps, where he puts the checks. Then, he flies alllll the way back! Ol' Edgar's been doing this for over 400 years now!

D. couldn't be happier. Last night, as she sipped her Manhattan and counted her money, she looked so content. She only treats herself to a drink when her finances are doing amazingly; a sister notices these things. Hopefully, things will slow down a bit though. I'd hate to see her adorable button-nose turn a Boris Yeltsin red!