So, I’m supposed to tell you SEVEN THINGS.
1. I almost got on MTV at a disco in Ibiza until I called my 42 year old friend my girlfriend.
2. I smashed my truck into a Lebaron’s front grille at the gym and didn’t tell anyone then swapped cars with my husband forever.
“Mom, do you think they’d let me wear that pink shirt to school?”
“Sure, why not?”
( me thinking: because it’s pink?)
“Well,because of what it says.”
( I read shirt: Pawtucket)
You do it too. You see someone you haven’t seen in a while and remark about their hair, or weight loss or physique. You tell them how great they look and assume this means life is swell.
But what if there were other indicators?
but a brief glimpse at the Yahoo news page and this caught me eye. Varenicline. Wow.
Ok. Back to the strip bar and Bill Tedesco, PI.
Whoever said that thing about opinions being like assholes- that everyone has one –was right.
Think about it.
Opinions, like assholes, can be broad and welcoming, or tiny, tight, small minded. They can go one way only or both ways.
Half Time at the Super Bowl. Not a Shadow of a Doubt, Prince.
We watched with disbelief as Prince stepped onstage to the music of Queen, (King, princess, anyone?) wearing an Aunt Jemina headwrap.
Someone called out,
Memorial Day Memories
“Feel my head. I usually don’t ask strangers to feel my head but.. well, here.”
“Oooh. It’s got two holes, like a bowling ball.”
“Hey! Over here!