Someone left a lime on my desk.
Good try Mrs. P at guessing the identity of the major star sighting. Sorry, it's not Dolly Parton or Anna Nicole. We're not PG or R rated. We're politically correctly soft X. Think of what she could have done in the Governor's Mansion in Sacto.
Suddenly, from the back seat of the car, a little voice sings out: "Jingoo bow, jingoo bow, jingoo bow wok." Only a mere month late, but a carole nonetheless. Thanks, B.
Bumper sticker of the day: "A village in Texas is missing it's idiot".
MAJOR STAR SIGHTING! Guess who!
Driving a hot pink corvette down PCH in Malibu. Hot pink FUR seat covers and steering wheel cover. Bleached blond hair, enormous ta-tas.
Come On!!! (No, it's not Pamela)
She could hardly grip the steering wheel around those boobs. She's talking on her cell phone, and as we pass the miles up the highway, keeps pace with us until Sunset Blvd. Then, in a moment of incredible vulnerability, she began to cry. She cried and wiped the tears away, careful not to unhinge her butterfly false eyelashes, or her perfectly applied cat-eye-liner. Oh, my dear sweet Angel . . . . . .
You know who I'm talkin' about baby.
I've finally found out what that weird muffled rumbling noise is at my house. It's those insane squirrels chasing one another across the roof!
Aren't squirrels strange? Ever since I had that run-in with that squirrel in the back yard, I know that they conspire to freak us out. Just like that Geico commercial. Just yesterday, there was a squirrel on the front lawn as I left to go to the car. He just stopped, sat up and STARED ME DOWN. He wouldn't move, he was just like a statue. Ask Tall Daughter about this. She has a squirrel stalker to deal with.
Next time I have a squirrel show-down, I'm going to carry a weapon. You know, a wooden spoon or a curling iron. That ought to set the record straight.
