If we wore tutus we would feel better. We would move more freely and kindness would ensue. And there'd be dancing. And I could wear mine to Walmart and look relatively normal. Like you, I see photos of Walmart shoppers and shake my head wondering about self awareness, fashion sense and, truly, mental health. Not… Continue reading It’s Confession Time…
Category: Humor
The Perfect Job…Meow
When your biz is PR, marketing and image, strange requests can pad through the door. Requests for free proposals came so often, I finally started charging. Unless I really like you. Every once in a while there's a proposal request and a skip to my loo on the bill. You know who you are Mr.… Continue reading The Perfect Job…Meow
Sleep When I’m Dead…
Sleep is the enemy. I would love to be one of those people who says, "I'll sleep when I'm dead." But I get tired. Not tired enough to sleep but tired nonetheless. Night presents itself thusly: In a chair, in front of a computer, vacuuming (a favorite of OCDs who love the lines in the… Continue reading Sleep When I’m Dead…
Tiny Change Tidbits…
They say the mark of a grown up woman is when she stops competing with other women and is actually happy for their accomplishments. Or something like that. It means that sometime after junior high, we realize cheering each other on is better than cheering when we fall. Although we all know girls who've never… Continue reading Tiny Change Tidbits…
SCOBY Is Not The Way…
Weight is a funny thing. We spend most of our lives fighting it. Don't eat this. Don't ever eat this. Years stretch by where a french fry is something to look upon with lust but never eat. And, then, in the blink of an eye, radiation and chemo strip away butt and thigh fat, eat… Continue reading SCOBY Is Not The Way…
The Easter Miracle…Is A Lizard
The Goddess and I find ourselves alone for Easter. Never a pair bothered by a lack of company, we decide to spend the day together--church, brunch--the stuff of which Easter is made. Arrive at The Goddess' abode to ride to Mass together and spy a strange box on the porch. It's a Rubbermaid type container.… Continue reading The Easter Miracle…Is A Lizard
Loud Talker…Phlegm Boy
Meeting a friend for coffee halfway between her house and mine. Miss Special K is bringing a collection of tea cups for our Fairytale Tea decorating extravaganza on Sunday. Remember? The best charity event of the year? The cafe is foreign to us. It doesn't take long to find out why. I arrive first making… Continue reading Loud Talker…Phlegm Boy
Who Needs A Bath Study?…
A dear friend, The Divine Ms. S from the South, sends over an article, "Taking a Hot Bath Burns as Many Calories as a 30-Minute Walk, Study Says." I didn't finish the article before I ran another elixir for the senses and lowered myself into its warm embrace. Once I was cozy, I explored said… Continue reading Who Needs A Bath Study?…
Wardrobe, Wardrobe, Wardrobe…
Obsession over Ryan Murphy's latest offering, Feud, continues. Bette Davis and Joan Crawford's Hollywood crafted back biting is delicious dish to be sure. But can we talk hats? And dresses and cigarette holders and gloves and box purses and perfectly powdered faces? The series is set in early sixties L.A. Nobody wore it better than… Continue reading Wardrobe, Wardrobe, Wardrobe…
Happily Ever After Time…
"Tale as old as time Song as old as rhyme..." Can you guess our table theme? Hahahahaha. Yes it's time for HEAL's Fairytale Tea again. This year--April 9 at The Camby. The best, hands down, fundraiser of the year. Been to all of them. No chicken for five hundred bucks here. This one's afternoon tea… Continue reading Happily Ever After Time…
The Duchess Diaries 