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.