Dreaming of...Rebecca...

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. The drive wound away from me, twisting and turning as it had always done......

But in my dream, I had it all to do over again and I did things a little differently.

First, I would tell that old biddy I was forced to work for to mind her own bee's wax. Max was hot for me and I for him and I was sick of cleaning cigarette butts out of cold cream jars.

Second, I would have sexed it up a bit with Maxim. Having him think of me as a wallflower was a mistake.

But, most important of all, I would settle a score with my old lunatic housekeeper, Mrs. Danvers.

Cute, isn't she?

You only saw her face. Let me tell you, a
Tic Tac would have gone a long way here.

When I dropped my gloves, I would have made HER pick them up.

When she started to rub Rebecca's clothes all  over my face, I would have slapped her and told her to remember her place.

Freak!

I would have demanded the room with the best view, no matter who its previous inhabitant was.

I think we could knock out a wall here....

And when she told me to jump, I would have said "you first."

Again, the breath was pulverizing.

I would have ordered new linens for all of the beds and discarded any that still had that old "R" on them.

Only non-flammables at Manderley from now on

I would NEVER have taken costume advice from her.

And I would have hidden all of the matches when I was not at home.

I never liked the castle-style, anyway.
I was thinking more of a colonial or split level next time.

Oh - and one last thing. I would have told Maxim to lighten up a bit. After all, he got away with murder!

Clearly, Maxim.....

There must be more of this!