Basked in moo-moos with brilliant floral printed flare.  I dig you, Mrs. Roper.  You eeked jewelry large. Draped & bobbled about you.  You were svelte in the Santa Monica sweltering humidity. Flamboyant in your ways dealing with Stanley, better yet, Chrissy.  Animated & alert for nothing more than life.  In cahoots half the time for the next big scene of hilarious adventure.  You, Mrs. Roper, are where it's at.