News From Poughkeepsie – Day 115

The New Adventures of…Gouverneur Morris.

Dear Diary,

Today was ever so fine, as I was finally able to woo the Lady Westword away from her husband and to join me for some discrete necking and some indiscrete innuendo under the pear branches. Clearly Charles knew nothing when he said my cravat made may face look bloated. Lady Westword certainly did not think so!

Charles, you are a fathead.

Once again, my restating of how I wrote the “We the people” part of the Declaration of Independence got me a feel around the ol’ apple cart. I now understand Franklin’s envy when he saw what I had wrote. Not that he needs any other ammunition, the old slut!

Lady Westword–or Katie, as she blushingly requested I call her–is set to voyage to the Caribbean, and is most eger to have me accompany her. She claimed she was frightened of pirates. It was then that I swaggered my good wooden leg up and down, saying that I was more pirate than any she might come across.

This, as you might imagine, got me many, many more kisses than perhaps I deserve. Such is my lot in life.

Despite my bravado, I certainly don’t hope we run into any pirates when I join Katie in a fortnight. Though, I would be quite a tale…