Some Say Love, It Is A Razor

I'm The Last Of The Truly Tacky Women. I Do Trash With Flash And Sleaze With Ease.

Everyone Goes Through Their Winters And Springs, And Their Summers And Autumns.

Cats Always Seem So Very Wise, When Staring With Their Half-closed Eyes. Can They Be Thinking, I'll Be Nice, And Maybe She Will Feed Me Twice?

America Is So Caught Up In This Celebrity Mania!

My Idea Of Superwoman Is Someone Who Scrubs Her Own Floors.