Today’s Music: Aerosmith – Dude Looks Like A Lady
El Guapo enters from the stage left. He’s shaved for the occasion, cheeks clear and goatee trimmed evenly. His hair is combed(!), and his long hair is pulled into a tight neat ponytail.
As he strides to the podium in sensible two-inch heeled…Jimmy Choos…his adams apple…bobbing above…the..neckline of…the…Halston…dress…???
DUDE! What the hell is going on here?!?
I’ve been lucky to receive some awards. Every single one of them is an honor, every one is appreciated. Because of the way I’ve set up my blog, I very rarely dedicate a post to them.
But every so often, one comes along that is so magnificent, so brilliant, so…unexpected, that I have no choice.
So when the fine proprieter of whatImeant2say (probably with the concurrence of Wonderbutt) bestowed awards on me that I never ever thought I would get (and on my blogiversary, no less!), I had no choice but to dress to the nines before I accepted.
So now that I’m a full fledged member of the Sisterhood, here are some of the things I’ve learned:
-The living room floor is not an acceptable place for one’s socks.
-The toilet seat has a down position for a reason.
-Piles of dishes in the sink are not art nor are they architecture
-Yes, the eyes are in fact up here.
What else do I know now that I’m a member of the sisterhood? That when it comes to how much someone rocks, gender has nothing to do with it.
And for anyone that ever wants to put down a member of the Sisterhood, just remember, Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, backwards.
In heels.
Award night primping.
(yes, that’s my foot.)
Shall we dance?
Guapola 