No, this diary is not just for the ladies. It’s only natural for everyone to want to look their best for special events.
And this is surely the most special event in days. Although excerpts have been released, for the slackers among us who have not memorized the incantation yet, sometimes Karl and Karen throw in little variations to keep you on your toes!
How many times will we hear the word “Resolve?” “911?” “stay the course?” “cold blooded killers?”
The suspense is almost unbearable!
To take the edge off, please use this diary to describe your elegant Bushbleat Viewing Ensemble.
The question is, Am I going to watch? Or just read about it here later.
I can’t stand watching the man.
I might lean on you.
(I’m bad that way)
Life is too short to willingly listen to Bush lie to me. And I hate looking at his smug, insincere face trying to construct expressions that make him look like he has actual emotions.
I completely agree. But, mister looks on it as a challenge, and if he notices the time & turns on the set, I’ll watch it with him.
(He’ll turn the channel if I get too upset. He’s not cruel)
it’s an act of marital devotion for me to make sure that Jim doesn’t watch it — he gets completely apoplectic at the slightest exposure to Bush.
I read this to mister, and it reminded him to check the time. That’s the last time I read your comments to him. Of course, that’s half the fun.
It’s a braw bricht moonlicht nicht for a Braveheart Bush Salute!
we demand the large version!
This one of the few times I miss alcohol, but not real bad. The drinking game this offers would be a hoot.
Key words and phrases to drink on?
The others, like invoking 9/11 and the easier words he already has memorized will be there too.
Wearing? You mean like as in ‘am dressed’?
Whether one’s beverage of the evening is Curacao, Cold Duck, Cocoa, or a delectable blend of all three.
And yes, of course we want to know your sartorial intentions for honoring Mr. Danger.
Double shots for each mispronunciation of the word nuclear!!
Coffee for me and if he’s especially arrogant I’ll probably be awake all night from the drinking.
No plans. It will likely be something off the cuff.
“enemies.”
Tell your valet to prepare your toilette posthaste, it is almost curtain time!
A timeless classic in festive winter white, with a subtle blue stripe, leaving no doubt that a gentleman can be elegant at any age, while accomodating the possibility that on occasions of portentous glamour such as this one, he may be so overcome with the dazzle and awe that he is unable to prevent himself from paying the President the moving homage of a nap.
I guess if I have to watch him, I’ll be in pajamas also. I’m so cold, I might put a nightgown & robe over them.
a harmonizing throw, in glitzy down or insouciant polartek? And depending on your fabrics, a pair of plush hippo slippers would just make the look really pop.
None of those strapless designer gowns for us hardy folk in the hinterlands. My ensemble starts with devastating chartreuse pj’s, moves outward to an accompanying chic black sweat suit, all wrapped up in a rosy flannel robe to die for, elegantly zipped up to my throat, and set off with a baseball cap on top and two pair of socks (one of them magenta) and big fat black slippers at the floor.
I twirl, I twinkle, I strut.
I’m considering mittens.
Eat your fashion hearts out.
It whispers sheer unbridled joy!
And should one dainty foot slip teasingly from under the robe, offering oglers a glimpse of magenta, you will hear the flashbulbs pop!
I blush with pleasure at your approval! Or maybe that’s the reflection from my robe? I hoist my massive black slipper into the air, heave it onto my knee to scratch my foot, ahhhhh, and. . .a tantalizing tease of chartreuse to tempt a president!
🙂
Why aren’t you at the Cafe today?
Cafe? There was a Cafe today?
🙂
drama and spectacle unfolding here on the red carpet.
It turns out the nightgown is still down in the dryer & I’m not going down there for anything.
So, I put a heavy long-sleeved tee-shirt under the pajama top, my robe on top of that, then two pairs of socks & slippers.
Why or Why am I so cold?
The long-sleeved tee shirt is just sumptuous. Try topping it all off with a fleece hat with earflaps for the polished, pulled together look!
to have your new author photo taken.
(slapping Andi’s face!)
Get back to the Cafe this instant!
What are YOU doing here?
It’s pretty clear the cold has made me insane. I’ve never hit anyone in my life before.
Andi, I’m so sorry, can you ever forgive me?
I don’t blame you if you don’t.
so the slap was totatlly expected.
You don’t get to count virutal slaps so you’ve still never hit anyone.
Back to the cafe.
lol, she said, cleverly.
In order not to watch and/or listen to the Anointed One, I’m wearing as follows (from the bottom up): second-hand quilted slipper booties; silk socks, wool stockings, wool socks, leotard, sweat pants, turtleneck, wool sweater, oversized hoodie & deer-country ‘don’t shoot me’ hat in flaming orange.
In other words, the usual.
Whether you watch or not, you can be sure the papparazzi will be watching you!
Flaming orange is such a statement!
Yes. It says ‘biped’ 😉
Best lol of day. (Sorry, Andi.)
Not really. I just wanted to use the “Most Useful FBC Reply” in a different location to see if it worked as well.
(cough)
(tapping foot)
(staring sulkily at the wall)
I’m wearing a lincoln green polar jacket, a blue/black microfiber shirt, long white silk undies, and a navy blue wossname pants.
Fetching I are. Simply fetching.
I will listen to Bush mangle the English Language when hell freezes over.
subtle allure of polar fleece!
stunning Executive Decree two-piecer from Presidential fave Jacques Penne!
The sheen! and set off to perfection by a simply marvelous necktie in all-occasion Insurance Salesman blue!
Did I say SASSY?
A blue tie on a formal occasion = dorkus maximus.
she is going to be so jealous of your inimitable sense of style and powers of description.