Margie Finds An Ednadale

Here's Edna's Ednadale:

Gene Autry

Edna: Margie, look here. The paper says tomorrow is Gene Autry's birthday. Gosh, remember how much you used to love to listen to him sing?

Margie: I surely did. I remember when he'd come to court me and he'd even have Mama and Daddy out on the porch listening. Daddy always sent you to bed early because you were so mean.

Edna: Margie, why must you persist in telling stories that aren't true? Gene Autry never courted you! You're thinking of Gene Autwell, that plumber from over in Wichita who thought he was a cowboy. Remember how he tried to ride a horse to see you that one time, but the poor thing bucked him off before he even made it out of Wichita?

Margie: Edna, you're a lying liar. Gene Autwell? Wasn't he the one who became a rodeo clown soon after that? Wonder what became of him?

Edna: I don't know, but I'll tell you what I do know: there is only one lying liar in this conversation and it most definitely is not me. Why don't we just put up a nice Gene Autry clip for our readers to listen to?

Margie: Edna, I'm positive we'd all prefer that as to listen to your mouth.

Margie and Edna: Dating

Margie: Edna, I'm hiring a lawyer today. I'm suing the Jericho Messenger then I'm suing Jericho Kindred Spirits dating service. They said "discover our soul mate or life's companion." They lied. You know why I'm suing?

Edna: Because you're a contrary old hag who isn't happy until all those around you are miserable?

Margie: Look at this picture of the man I thought was my soul mate. What did yours look like?



Edna: Well, my gentleman sent me this really lovely picture of himself, so I was very excited.




Edna: Here's who showed up for the date.



Margie: Look at who really showed up for my date.




Margie: We'd better stick to finding our gentlemen at Bailey's.