Having been limbering up over last few weeks, there seems no more apt time to launch my blog than Mother's Day over a few wines. The kids WHINE button has been put on mute so I can embrace with gusto, the series premiere of "Dancing With the Stars."
As I tap away on Mr Qwerty, Brynne Edelstenn is breathing new life into the term "woeful." Yet, I can't turn away. She is so bad, it's good and anyone whose lesiure wear is Swarovski encrusted is my kind of gal. Plus, I love that she claims she is only 28. I am 29 and have been for some time now. Brynne is my Patron Saint of Lurex. Not to forget of course her Rainbow Connection, Dr Geoffry and his muppet like body encased in leather. Never fails to bring a smile. Never.
As a slavish devotee to all things Todd ( and having met him last year and not being disappointed)I am hanging on his every word. Tootie is relishing every sequin, every feather and every clumsy, lumbered side step.
So, as we farewell Mother's Day 2011 ( again insert my mantra "MORE WINE. LESS WHINE")I remind you "the hand that rocks the cradle, is the hand that rules the world". Tootie will reign today and rock tomorrow. HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY and welcome to TALES OF TOOTIE. I promise I will become a great deal wittier and articulate as time goes by. This is after all, my first time
