God Wants Me Sexy

THE CORN THING! Better than candy and some sex. I stole this recipe from Trish (Bless her heart) Suhr.

There is skin on my keyboard. Let me check. Oh yes. It’s mine.

Was Diane Sawyer drunk? She seemed fine (but then again I had a glass of wine).

On my knees again.

My old friends at WABC are kicking butt. But Sandy kicked eveyone’s butt.

I went to Catholic School. Perhaps this explain why I like short skirts.

Why was the guy throwing knives? I think Sandra thought I was trying to kill her on the way to the airport. But it was just  dinner at Benihana. She seemed unsure why  onions were on fire and knives were flying.   We practically flew to the airport.  No traffic and no flat tire (like when I first picked [...]

Steve called me. He said he has this fantasy that I love my new life.

So (why do I start so many sentences with so). I did get to have my cocktail with Jean Martirez. She had some pink drink. Some prickly pear thing. And life’s been a bit prickly lately.

I did not have my boozy lunch with Jean Martirez. She kept promising me a mojito. I don’t even drink mojitos.