Some of you have written to me to say that, lacking cable TV, you haven't had the pleasure of meeting Sandra Lee. Please, allow me to share the joy. (Note--the ice is "semi-homemade." What the hell does that mean?)
And Michael, I promise this is the last Sandra-bashing for a good month. There are many other things to talk about besides that sick, debauched, drunken floozy. Horrible, horrible woman.
So glad the weekend is in sight,
Oh what the hell--one more. This one's a true delight...