THIS IS FOR ALL THOSE MONTHS OF TORTURE!

SEPARATED AT BIRTH?

I think these two (Jennifer Connelly and Nelly Furtado) are twins separated at birth. What do you think?

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Lover's From Long Ago

I love this photo. This couple died together. Probably somehow tragic like a mudslide or worse.

Odd Couple

Gorilla Lovers

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The Day The Seniors Drove The Cat Nuts

Sometimes it's days like today that senior citizens annoy me royally. Today I left home 30 minutes early to go vote. The polling place was a block away from me. When I arrived every booth was taken. 22 minutes later I still was waiting. I asked, "Why the wait?" Apparently the blue haired's couldn't figure out the technology and were confused. JESUS! I wanted to stick a fork in my eye. They have all day to vote but do they have to do this between 6 and 8 AM????? I'm really a laid back person (much to the chagrin of many) and am pretty care free and patient and usually not one to rush. But this was ridiculous already. I walked out. I went back after work. They also make doctors appointments at the end of the day, so that a working person can't get a late appointment. How do I know this? Because I'm sometimes the lady giving them appointments at the doctors office. They're always asking me for 4 PM or later appointments. Why? You don't work. For what reason on God's green Earth do you need such a late appointment? I never ask but sometimes when I refuse to give them the late ones, they say, dumb things like I have majong or bridge or exercise class. O FRIKKEN WELL! I GUESS YOU'LL HAVE TO MISS A DAY SUNSHINE. Crimeny. Give me a break.
Now don't you all jump to conclusions, I'm not heartless. If someone said, "But
meals on wheels comes between 4 and 5:30 with my dinner", I'll bend over backwards. But stupid replies like Bingo starts at 2:30 just don't fly with me.
Why do senior citizens do selfish things like this? Because they can.

TO THE RITZ JAMES

Last night I was at a charity benefit at the Ritz downtown Chicago. It was a nice gala with decent food, and music.
Of course there was the silent auctions for a number of things. But mostly it was raising money for the homeless. I never noticed how many there were living on the streets and not in shelters. Especially here in Chicago where the weather has been in the minus single digits or freezing with several inches of snowfall blanketing the city. I notice these poor unfortunates as I'd take the L home between 9 and 10, after dining with "the boyfriend", who lives behind the John Hancock building.
Well it started at 5:30 and I had to work. So I brought the shoes, hosiery and jewelry to work Thursday and the dress and pashmina on Friday. When I woke up Friday morning it had snowed at least 8 inches. It was a mess. I'd have to drag my UGLY totebag with me to the gala. To put a sweater and jeans in, to change into after the benefit for the L ride home. Anyway, Friday I get the goodies out of my locker and take them to the employee bathroom. Wash my face, and put on fresh makeup. Put on the dress, hose, giant wool socks, my old ankle high Frye boots, long wool coat and pashmina over my coat, so it doesn't wrinkle. God I looked like a dork. I put the gorgeous heels in a plastic garbage can liner with a lint brush and the sweater and jeans and stuff them all in a tote bag. Before the short cab ride to the Ritz, as I usually do, I look at the drivers id and address him by his first name, e.g.

"Tyrone I'm going to La Trattoria in Old Town", or "Mahmood to the AMC at 2600 N. Western". But today his name was James. Without thinking, I said, "James, I'm going to the Ritz". It then hit me. Just like the posh heiress in the movies, who says, "James, to the Ritz" I giggled. "To the Ritz James. The Ritz Carlton!" We get there, I pay him and run in to find a corner to be unseen while de cloaking. It was easy, no one in site. I take off the boots and socks and put them in the plastic bag. Put on the heels and start to freshen up by taking the lint off my hose and fluff up my dress. Voilà I'm done. Get to the cloak room, ditch the coat and tote. Duck into the ladies room to fix the static hair. Voilà again. I arrived without a second to spare. Dinner was served 15 minutes later. I was frazzled getting there for nothing. I was paranoid I'd slip and fall or I'd get sloshed while hailing a cab. I looked perfect and I never ever say that (being the critic I am).
But strangers told me so. (Lots of dress compliments) It's been a while since I had to dress up for an event with messy weather outside. I pulled it off so I'm da bomb. The end result was fab. The lady I sat next to was an organiser of the benefit and the numbers surpassed last years event. We were all happy for that.

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