A Hussy & a Pick-Up

A Hussy & a Pick-Up

Okay, first of all, if you are ever in the audience of one comedian Becky Donohue, you must, and this is an important part of our friendship, yell, “Hussy!” as loud as you can, particularly at her best jokes.

The only trouble with this plan is that anyone who likes to quote Mae West might be immensely flattered.

Do you know what she did? Sébastien bought one of her CDs for me after seeing her show in San Francisco. And DO YOU KNOW what she wrote on it, in Flamboyant Hussy-like Silver Ink?

“Laura, your hubby is hot! XO, Becky,” THAT’S WHAT!!!

I can’t let him out anywhere. I’m going to tell him to start handing out business cards of Blame It on Paris to all the women who hit on him, at least that way I might get some benefit out of it. Probably improve sales by 50 million.

And SECOND of all, as if that was not enough, EVERY SINGLE houseguest AND Sébastien all got the *^)(&* stomach virus thing. The bunny got it twice, which I didn’t know was possible, but the pediatrician assured me it was quite common.

And since the FIRST person to get it was ME, and that person was also the host and the first person back on her feet, well, just guess how my week has been.

You are so smart. You guessed, didn’t you?

THIRD of all, since the very last person to get the Cursed and Evil Virus was the brother who was driving my mother back in David’s pick-up, and he got it halfway home….

My MOTHER drove the Pick-up Custom-Made to Be the Biggest in the Southern States.

Yes, she did.

She drove it all the way home to Georgia.

Well, we KNEW if she could raise seven kids, she could do anything.

  • So, so sorry about the @#&*@ stomach virus. Somehow we got through it with only N getting it (although there’s NO getting a 2 yo to a toilet in time; my rugs took a beating). Of course, winter is not over yet and I’m probably calling down the notice of the puking gods by simply mentioning that the rest of us were okay. So I’ll stop now.

    I’m glad you all are better. Stay better!

    March 16, 2007 at 7:32 am
  • Yes, echoing Amy here – STAY BETTER!

    And I have to tell you, I’ve got this big, goofy grin on my face, thinking of your Mom behind the wheel of the truck. That’s just awesome. Never underestimate a Mom, ok? Especially if she willingly raised more than 2 kids in the same house. And she never killed any of them. And none of them ended up in prison (short stints in county lockdown do NOT count, ok? I’m hedging my bets on this one!). And none of them have ever gone on Oprah telling the world how bad of a mother you were.
    If a woman manages to accomplish THAT, she can drive a truck across a few state lines. I don’t care how big it is. And she can look pretty darn cool doin’ it, too. Way to go, Laura’s mom!

    March 16, 2007 at 8:16 am
  • Oh, you poor, poor people! Sorry the visit turned out like that AND so sorry bunny got it twice (I didn’t know they could get it twice that fast either). Sending good stomach vibes to you all!

    Oh, and it is a law that every good Southern gal be able to drive a big a*& pick-up across state lines with no assistance. Oh, and it must be a stick. None of that fancy automatic crap for us.

    AND the woman takes pictures and makes quilts??? Your mom’s a rock star!

    March 16, 2007 at 8:57 am
  • Hmmm…
    Hey you’re not the only one with a HOT French Husband


    We’re all waiting for Corey to come out with the Hot French Husband calendar.
    We may be waiting a very long time, but at least she’s not ashamed to post his picture 😛

    March 16, 2007 at 10:05 am
  • OK I got that off my chest
    I hope yr all feeling much better! 🙂

    March 16, 2007 at 10:12 am
  • I promise I’ll post it one day, Carol! I’m saving it for a special occasion. Or bribes. I haven’t decided. 🙂

    March 18, 2007 at 1:45 pm

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