Followup To Shtuff
Followup to Shtuff
My friend with the legitimately ill mother called me last night. I realized, I was one of his little stars whom he’d chosen to keep near his heart during these dark times.
Sorry for the April Fool’s joke. My dad loves me. My Shmoo is great. Shame shame. Shame on me.
Work is crazy but I’m ok. Life goes on.
As the honorable Anne Richards would say “If you keep trying to please everyone, you can kiss your ass goodbye”.
Also, Mrs. Richards (whom I so want to have adopt me as her granddaughter) that gas prices are so high in TX that women trying to run over tier husbands are carpooling.
This from the 5th Annual Women’s Summit of SF hosted by Mayor Willie Brown that I attended this past monday. Twas good and inspiring. Funny to see women politicians totally cap on Condoleeza Rice. I mean, I guess it isn’t a women’s summit unless there’s a cat fight involved. Note to the conference coordinators: Stop playing “I’m Every Woman” on the loop tape during lunch. There’s only so much diva that I can handle.
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