Last week I surfed into
a cable show on Bravo that grabbed my attention. I have no reason
why. Maybe because the woman (Bethenny
Getting Married)) reminded me very much of a friend in New York
who's in the artificial flower business. I quickly surmised that
Bethenny is a chef, of some note I take it, and well into her
thirties. She got herself knocked up, and is now marrying the
father He's out of town, leaving her to deal with family and
friends on their way for a bridal shower and dinner. The wedding,
just 30 days out, does not yet have a venue.
So, here she is, with a pregnant belly, heaving bosoms, wearing black
leotards and a tutu, and I loved her. Put it on my TIVO. This
pregnant photoshoot came as a total surprise just now when I looked her
up for this post. Okay, she's all New Yawk, which means her
politics will soon drive me away. But for now I'm infatuated with
the whole frenetic deal.
PS - Last night I watched two Son's of Gun's, and WWII in Color, so don't go thinking
anything. Crap, I'm sorry I told you about Bethenny. Forget
I mentioned it. Sheesh.
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