Excellent. Shall I bring the popcorn? And my Wonder Woman outfit? Oh, wait, that's enough to put ANYONE off their popcorn. I know, I'll bring the invisible plane, assuming I can find it. But then...how would you ever know?
I know, I know - it was pretty careless of me. But you try and find an invisible plane, go on, I DARE ya. I think I stubbed my toe on it once, but that might have been my invisible friend.
And it definitely wasn't Day Of The Triffids. It was a carpet I tell you. A very slow carpet that ate people...I just looked it up - it was called THE CREEPING TERROR and it's number 42 on the 50 Worst Movies Ever Made List. I'd love to see the 41 that were worse.
Well, of COURSE I still have the invisible plane. Just one problem...I can't find it. It's...well...it's invisible you know. And how about Revenge of The Killer Tomatoes? Or the one with the giant carpet that ate people? It moved slower than a snail which has been chained down and its feet...errrr...wee snail body...nailed to the floor. Sadly I cannot remember the title.
Lynne - you'd better hope I remember the peasant bloused. As long as I get a choice of shoes...
William - tell me about it. I feel more like Blunder Woman than Wonder Woman - the belt doesn't even fit over my upper arm these days, the headband gives me migraines, and the whole shorts thing is a no go because of the cellulite. I still have the boobs, but they are now seventeen inches lower. I knew I should have bagged that millionaire playboy while I still had a chance. Ah, we live and learn!
Sorry Donna but yes a drindl. You would look quite adorable in one, I am sure. And please don't forget the peasant blouse. This is a family rated musical.
Thank you Sandra, I feel totally vindicated now. I had images much the same but blamed mine on lack of sleep. Although then I did sleep and somehow still see Donna in the adorable drindl dancing around on stage. And dropping the bucket full of tune. (looney toons maybe?)
Okay, now Lynne's officially put weird images in my head and I'm having an image of Donna dressed up like Heidi with her basket of tunes, skipping down the streets of Anchorage and stopping to pet bears.
And before you ask it was just coke in the glass, honestly.
LOL, thanks Mary! Well, tales of the 62 bus will keep me in blog posts for some time to come, so maybe I will since I have nothing else to say! And one of these days I need to get you to take my picture. You make EVERYONE look great, but I will be a challenge! You going to Alaska?
Brian, dollface...are you keeping the essential me in a bottle? May I have it back please? Did that happen when you took my photo? And if you mean the essential me because I was surrounded by books and happy in the company of a good friend then yes, you have :o) and I'll agree that you are a genius with a camera because my resemblance to the Creature From The Black Lagoon is less than usual, so thank you for that.
Lynne - I think you DO need sleep - but whatever you do, don't ask me to sing you a lullaby.
Okay, it is early for me; I am only awake because of some strange phone call. But - now I have visions of this lovely musical, costumes by Merlot, everyone singing EXCEPT one lovely woman who is stumbling around the stage carrying a bucket that she keeps dropping. I think I will try to get more sleep
Thomas - I got Tigger in specially. You should have seen the riders in his contract - he wanted his dressing room filled with blue smarties, bottles of tequila, hot and cold running dancing gilrs and a bag of aniseed balls. - he was worse than Iggy Pop.
Lynne - if we're doing a musical it had better be a silent one, since I cannot carry a tune in a bucket.
So now I have "there's Tigger and Rabbit and there's Roo but most of all Winnie the Pooh" running through my head. Does this mean we are doing a musical here too now?
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And it definitely wasn't Day Of The Triffids. It was a carpet I tell you. A very slow carpet that ate people...I just looked it up - it was called THE CREEPING TERROR and it's number 42 on the 50 Worst Movies Ever Made List. I'd love to see the 41 that were worse.
William - tell me about it. I feel more like Blunder Woman than Wonder Woman - the belt doesn't even fit over my upper arm these days, the headband gives me migraines, and the whole shorts thing is a no go because of the cellulite. I still have the boobs, but they are now seventeen inches lower. I knew I should have bagged that millionaire playboy while I still had a chance. Ah, we live and learn!
Okay, now Lynne's officially put weird images in my head and I'm having an image of Donna dressed up like Heidi with her basket of tunes, skipping down the streets of Anchorage and stopping to pet bears.
And before you ask it was just coke in the glass, honestly.
Lynne - I think you DO need sleep - but whatever you do, don't ask me to sing you a lullaby.
Lynne - if we're doing a musical it had better be a silent one, since I cannot carry a tune in a bucket.
Laura and Sunnie - lovely to see you!
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