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Domestic Diva Mysteries
Do you ever feel like bad times come in waves? It seems that way in my life. Months pass with complete normalcy. Oh, sure, there are the annoying drivers who honk in traffic (Really, when it's bumper to bumper what do they expect me to do. Fly?) or a shop that sends the wrong item, but that's little stuff. Not the kind of thing that keeps me awake at night.
And then, when I least expect it, just when life is going really well, a crisis of gigantic proportions slams me. Lately, I lie in bed at night, thinking about ways to bump someone off. That's terrible, isn't it? Maybe you know the thorn in my side? It's Natasha. That's right. The woman with the local TV show about all things domestic.
Natasha has been badmouthing my family's company, Amore Chocolates. We're celebrating our 60th anniversary with all kinds of events. We've been planning them for over a year. And now this Natasha is saying, on her TV show, mind you, that we're elitists because we're not inviting the entire world to our chocolate tasting. First of all, it's none of her business. Second, how many people does she think we can fit into the garden behind my dad's house? And third, what would possess her to say these things publicly on her TV show?
We're flying people into town as our special guests. I have TV shows (not Natasha's!) lined up for interviews and baking demonstrations using chocolate. This is the time for Amore to shine, but Natasha is pouring buckets of ice water on our parade.
Any advice before I land in the slammer?