“I’m the queen of the world!”
My cat really likes to climb to the top of this ladder. I think she just wants to be taller than everyone else. (Click on photo for better view.)
This is my new blue bedroom – thanks in part to Lisa.
And now for something completely unrelated: I’ve decided that there are far too many instances of women screaming on Oprah. They scream when she enters the stage, they scream when she says something funny, and Oh Lord, do they scream when she gives away free stuff. They scream if there’s a sexy guest on the show, and they emit separate screams for every sexy thing he says. If the producers cut some of the screaming out of the show, they’d have to come up with 10 more minutes of content. Hmmm. Maybe they encourage the screaming on purpose.
I was listening to the show the other day as I was painting (in a well-ventilated area, with protective gear, etc.) and I noticed there wasn’t much screaming. And then I realized that it was because the guest was Amy Fisher, Long Island Lolita. I guess if you’re a notorious anti-celebrity, you don’t deserve the screaming.
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