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Tales from Tinseltown…recording them now…I'll let you know when it's story time.
I am obsessed with cake… This has nothing to do with cake… But, I think it’s a lovely commentary on Bette’s career.
So, I’m into architecture – and I’m not picky as to period, as long as it’s authentic to its time. Okay, I lied, I am picky – but these seem to sing Palm Springs – and it’s a nice tune… Top Dog, aka, my Mister was very sweet and snapped…
I know one day I will own a Kindle – but, for now let me enjoy the gravity and enchantment of a book.
But then, I’d have to kill you. Let’s talk about nondisclosure agreements and secrecy in movie production. The norm is to hand out numbered movie scripts to department heads with the name of the reader superimposed in grey over each page. Some particularly squirrelish folks print the script on red…
No worries, no responsibilities, no deadlines, no appointments, no meetings, no agenda, no obligations, and I think I can handle it for just about a week… Christmas week. How about you? Wishing you a New Year of civility, accomplishment, profound good humor, and love.
Top dog and I are venturing out for a spell. At Midnight on Christmas Eve look for Santa and his reindeer flying above Wilshire Blvd. In the morning I’ll be cooking for twenty-one. Oh my! I wish you all a joyous-warm-wonderful holiday, Vickie