Have you ever had a vacation, with plans to do so many things around the house, and went wild instead?
Yes, I must be a crazed lunatic.
I just can’t help it.
I hope no one asks what I did on vacation.
If they do, I will have to say that I really am not at liberty to discuss it.
Did I mention?
I am now blonde.
Yes, I went from grey to blonde.
I was a gorgeous grey fox and now I am a splitting image of an aging floosie.
Or is it a bimbo?
I am thinking about getting a tat.
WMD on my hind end.
Eat your heart out, George Bush.
Weapons of mass destruction.
I really need to get some sleep before invading NYC.
It’s been too long since I have been kicked off the bus, for acting like a goof.
I wanted to wear my NYC hat, that I got at the bus depot boutique, but I spilled marinara sauce on it and had to throw it out.
If you don’t hear from me for a day or two, I will be indisposed, most likely at an Irish Pub, acting like an idiot.
My only concern: Parades make my cry.
Maybe I will lay off the sauce, and be thankful for finally seeing the Macy’s Parade.
Ain’t life grand?