Jackie, my sister, before I squished her
Chemo Guru, Edith Morgan suggests elegant dress, Agave Tequila I Obey! With only a minor change in booze
Paul and Judy Jones after Morning Makeover: 12 Oct 2008
My Squishing Machine!
Today Paul and I anticipate two very special guests. Drifting by a bit later today is Jackie, my wonderful sister and her high-spirited daughter, my neice, Gena. Good times!!
Paul and I have been preening and grooming 24/7 since learning of their impending touchdown. Why not give them a big payoff for their efforts in motoring up to Shangri La?
Our morning makeover has been more than successful. We are resplendent. I am wearing my white Chanel with Christian Lacroix accessories. That and the large quantity of Stoli(my replacement for her highly recommended agave tequila...not to be found in this Hottest of Springs, Arkansas) I have ingested as per the instructions of my chemo guru, Edith Morgan, make me primed for fun-n-frolic.
Paul nearly peed his panties as he blurted out his anticipated feelings when he spots the girlies walking through the door! I share his squealing delight.
The last time Jackie was here I ran over her with my Toyota Sienna. Jackie seems to have forgiven me for my fit of pique.
Perhaps the pressure of my large tires just knocked any memory trace of the event from Jackie's noggin'? We may never know.
Whatever. I am thankful for small blessings today and every day.
Whatever. I am thankful for small blessings today and every day.
LaCroix Darling---I'm chanting as we speak,
Judy (via jeff)
Wheels on fire,
rolling down the road,
best notify my next of kin,
this wheel shall explode!
http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=7AYjQm-QnxI
PS Although, given my circumstances, I do not want to shed too many pounds my attitude remains jolly and upbeat. Here is my mantra:
I am thin and gorgeous!!
3 comments:
Dear Mz. Flounce,
I loved your sister Jackie. She looks like how I feel every day after I'm about 10 mins on thes job. Dunkin' Donuts in Cabot. Been to it? You know that's near Ward and Bebe. Anyway, a little while with your head in that fog over the deep fat fryer and it LSD time.
Perhaps if you came and squished me I'd be able to stay oriented on the job a bit longer? Or I wouldn't care, at least.
Melinda
Dear Melinda,
Unlike Miz. Flounce, who is a true child of the fabulous and gorgeous, you are a total loser. Judy should not be stressed by the knowledge you exist much less so close to where she is sitting right now.
Sorry, but you should learn the truth... "it will set you free".
With love in my heart,
Consuela
My Dear Lovely Miz Flounce,
Times are tough so I've been considering a new business.
Unemployment, financial stress or downright homelessness will cause a wild upsurge in fibromyalgia, Lyme Disease and others of those achy/tired/can't function sort of diffuse things.
Can you give me contact information for this Edith Guru? She and I and you could "advantage" this situation.
Edith will be the magical savant imageproviding marketing magic for our Peak Performance Drug Spas. You and Paul will bankroll it. Geoffrey S. Jones, MD will toss out scripts for happy pills like confetti at a ticker tape parade. Your daughter will be transformed into a Quaker-Nurse (via your deft hand with the Maybelline) strolling about muttering educational, soothing types of things while nailing contracts and collecting large payments.
Other Americans will be tanking but we will be rolling in scratch!!
Leonard
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