Why do things always seem to happen in three’s?
On the way home from work yesterday my mom and I were talking about Farrah Fawcet’s death and that coupled with Ed McMahon’s death earlier this week, another celebrity was tragically bound to die.
My mother figured it would be Patrick Swayze. And if my mother was the betting sort she probably would have wagered money on that thought.
I, on the other hand, was convinced the 3rd death in this cycle was going to be a surprise.
I hate being right.
When I got to the gym and on one TV CNN was reporting Michael Jackson had been hospitalized due to cardiac arrest and on the other TV TMZ was reporting his death, I got off the elliptical, ran to get my cell phone and called my mother, my husband and my best friend.
My mtoher’s reaction was typical: ” CNN says he’s still alive.”
My husband’s reaction was: “Are you kidding?”
And My best friend didn’t answer her phone and instead texted me saying she was ‘napping’.
She got the text “Michal Jackson died” and called me 30 seconds later on the verge of a breakdown.
Michael Jackson shaped our lives more than we’ll ever realize.
Because on the soundtrack of our lives I bet you there are at least 2 Michael Jackson songs…
Mine are “The Way You Make Me Feel” and “Scream”.
What are yours?
*kisses*
No Smiley Count today…
PS: Up until a week ago I thought the lyrics to Billie Jean’s chorus were “Billie Jean is at my door” I’d like to thank my husband for setting me straight. Although I still can’t seem to hear that “Billie Jean is not [his] lover”










The pink cow is 


Opehlia, back from the dead is now riding the butter patty. Ophelia be crazy…
the abominable husband
Always with that face…glad to see it runs in the family
I am still so proud of you for picking out your 80’s outfit all by yourself!
You’re my hero
perfection 











