High on a Hill...

To be frank, I am loving my life today.

I wake up this morning, only to hear from the Dutch fashion designer whose pants I gooched for last night’s post referencing the Sound of Music. And I was just talking about Dutch gals the other day, too...

damn just my luck you are gay
i mean how many gay people actually have kids
how am i ever gonna be rich and famous now?

anyway, saw your blog and the entry about the maria-pants
too bad you don’t live closer by because i’d invite you into my studio and let you pick out a swell Barones-outfit

Groetjes & Best Regards,
Sjakkelien

Honey, you don’t know what efforts I’d take for a swell Eleanor Parker style costume. That Baroness Schraeder was such a bitch. I adore her, especially with quotes like this, “Darling, haven't you ever heard of a delightful little thing called boarding school?”

Amy Elz

And then, a comment from a person who profile features a photo of my favorite drunk Texan: Sue Ellen Shepard Ewing Lockwood.

The Leaky Cauldron

I am in a catatonic tail spin of joy.

Letters from the land of dykes...missives from a star I like...drunks who always look a fright.

I’ve simply been thrown for a loop.

And my horoscope says this:

As someone in Wonderland said to Alice, it's best to try to believe at least three impossible things before breakfast. The funny thing is once you let yourself believe them, they don't seem all that impossible to begin with. The first step is to let yourself believe that such benevolence is in store for you. So go ahead -- what are three wonderful, lovely and no-way-that-could-happen-to-me things that you want in your life?