Marilyn seemed to wear a lot of cream-colored clothing, Patti. I don’t remember Michelle Williams wearing any red in that bio-pic, MY WEEK WITH MARILYN.
Last night I said to my wife, tomorrow, it’s President’s Day, so that includes them ALL, right? I could post a picture of any of them on the blog. Her answer was “Only if they are dead”. Interesting. So I say “KEEP COOL WITH COOLIDGE!” “GET HOOVERING WITH HOOVER!” and best of all “STAY HARD WITH HARDING”. I could go on, but I’d be banned from the blog.
My husband took our teens into “the city” for the Lundi Gras parades (he has the coveted wrist bands from his company so they can get into a building on Place St. Charles for bathroom breaks), but I’m doing my roulez-ing right here on the Northshore, watching “Antiques Roadshow” and reading my favorite blogs. I guess I boogied out all my adventuresome spirit during the disco days.
Yeah, the weather was really ugly here on Saturday. Rain lashing down, flash floods, had to drive through some standing water at one point. And I think at least one tornado touched down not far from here.
I know all about your rain lashing down, Deb. Back in the 1970s, I was driving on a New Orleans’ expressway when a curtain of rain descended. So there I was in a station wagon hydroplaning at 60 mph and all I could see was a wall of water! Somehow I managed to coax the vehicle to the side of the road without hitting any other cars or trucks. Near death experience!
I’ve made this joke elsewhere, but since it’s relevant…we can suspect, in the light of a recent memoir by a JFK mistress (tho’ from her account more like vassal), that Kennedy referred to himself as a berliner (a pastry rather than a citizen) in part to encourage at least some of his audience to ready themselves for his flavor…
h yes, an iconic moment if there ever was one.
Glad you liked my reference, Jeff.
That red really suits her. I don’t remember her wearing it often.
Marilyn seemed to wear a lot of cream-colored clothing, Patti. I don’t remember Michelle Williams wearing any red in that bio-pic, MY WEEK WITH MARILYN.
Last night I said to my wife, tomorrow, it’s President’s Day, so that includes them ALL, right? I could post a picture of any of them on the blog. Her answer was “Only if they are dead”. Interesting. So I say “KEEP COOL WITH COOLIDGE!” “GET HOOVERING WITH HOOVER!” and best of all “STAY HARD WITH HARDING”. I could go on, but I’d be banned from the blog.
I cut you commentators a lot of slack, Rick. I never heard the “STAY HARD WITH HARDING” slogan before.
And, at least here on the shores of Lake Pontchartrain, happy Lundi Gras. And, of course, tomorrow, happy Mardi Gras!
Yes, Happy Lundi Gras to you, Deb! It’s hard to believe Ash Wednesday is just a couple days away.
At least your weather has improved from Saturday’s, Deb. Laissez les bons temps roulez!
My husband took our teens into “the city” for the Lundi Gras parades (he has the coveted wrist bands from his company so they can get into a building on Place St. Charles for bathroom breaks), but I’m doing my roulez-ing right here on the Northshore, watching “Antiques Roadshow” and reading my favorite blogs. I guess I boogied out all my adventuresome spirit during the disco days.
Yeah, the weather was really ugly here on Saturday. Rain lashing down, flash floods, had to drive through some standing water at one point. And I think at least one tornado touched down not far from here.
I know all about your rain lashing down, Deb. Back in the 1970s, I was driving on a New Orleans’ expressway when a curtain of rain descended. So there I was in a station wagon hydroplaning at 60 mph and all I could see was a wall of water! Somehow I managed to coax the vehicle to the side of the road without hitting any other cars or trucks. Near death experience!
I’ve made this joke elsewhere, but since it’s relevant…we can suspect, in the light of a recent memoir by a JFK mistress (tho’ from her account more like vassal), that Kennedy referred to himself as a berliner (a pastry rather than a citizen) in part to encourage at least some of his audience to ready themselves for his flavor…
According to the accounts I’ve read, the recent book by one of JFK’s mistresses (actually an intern) is a snoozer, Todd. Vassal fits the description.
I suspect I don’t need to read it, but the excerpts do nothing to increase my esteem for our most overrated President (aside from Reagan, of course).