Thought I’d add a bit of excitement to my single-parent week and head to New York City on Thursday.
My bestest bud Anderson called. He’s got me on speed dial you know.
“Hey Julie!” he said when I picked up my phone.
“Oh hi Anderson.”
“So I’ve only got a minute. I‘m on the mall about to watch Beyonce lip-sync and I thought I’d check in to say hello.”
“Well aren’t you sweet? I’m good…you know, a little stressed. Andrew is gone this week.”
“I can’t imagine. You must be so busy.”
“Well not Obama inauguration busy, but close.”
“Not to add busyness to your schedule, but darlin‘ …I need you to come to the show this Thursday.”
“Well I’m interviewing someone who did something super controversial and I know you’re just so amazing in conflict.”
“Can you come and help me out? I won’t make you co-host. You can just sit in the audience and I’ll have my producers come to you with the microphone. Are you good with that?”
“Sure sure. Anything for you babe.”
“Alright, can’t wait to see you. Bring a friend okay? Gotta dash!”
That’s how our conversation went on Monday.
Might have added a bit of sarcasm.
Not to sound like a diva, but I‘m used to these last minute rendezvous. My plan is working. He’ll be on my arm in no time. I hijacked Kerry to come with me. It should be a good time.
In non-celebrity news, you may have seen my postings on Facebook about Eden and Eliana. Yesterday the two of them got lost in the bowels of their overstuffed room. I passed by the doorway and saw a laundry basket, a cash register, a couple of stuffed animals, some markers, beads, a tin can, and a kazoo.
I concluded that they wouldn’t catch any diseases from the toy-intoxicated room so I went downstairs to cook dinner. As I chopped tomatoes, I heard Eliana shouting, “Okay again – 1, 2, 3, 4!” Then Eden would start singing and Ellie would be kazooing and I swore Eden was singing to the melody of Taylor Swift’s Trouble.
The words went something like,
“I miss Daddy so much. When he’s not here, Mommy is all aloneeeeeee….”
Now listen to the video and imagine an overzealous kazoo player. Taylor missed the mark I think.
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Sing it sista.
Then they came downstairs to show me their “performance”. Eden stood on a step stool covered in a gaggle of Mardi Gras beads. Ellie had the kazoo and the tin can (for rhythm of course), and they put on a show.
The two of them will surely reach the same celebrity status as their momma.
Astro apparently didn’t agree. The minute the girls lost interest in the kazoo, he snagged it off of the floor and chewed it to bits.
I swear he knows that Andrew is away.