It’s 35 degrees with a windchill factor of about 10, as I walk to La La Nails to get my toes done, wearing tights and thongs.
I may get pneumonia, but boy, will my feet look great.
I’ll be on my deathbed having my nails done, some little woman named Ming asking ,
Susannah’s last words?
At my worst moment, I’m coiffing, tears streaming down my face, getting a bikini wax. I mean, what a better time then when you’re about to stick your head in the oven.
Like my pal Camille says, “If I’m going to commit suicide, I need to lose 5 pounds first.”
Reminds me of that Lucy episode when, she and Ethel might get arrested for stealing John Wayne’s footprints from Grauman’s Chinese Theatre, remembering she has a hair appointment.
Ricky says, “How can you think about your hair at a time like this? Mira que tiene cosa. Lucy, you got some splainin to do.”
Lucy says, “If I’m going to jail, I’m not going as a frowsy redhead.”
See, I really get that.
It doesn’t much matter what’s going on in my life, I’m always going to be cleaned, pressed and polished, because like my mother, that great Italian sage with excess cleavage, taught me, ya just never know what’s around the corner.
Could be big…:)