Some days I feel like a chicken with my head cut off Pumpkins, and not a spring one either.
I’m just back from endless conferencing dahrlings and find myself at a Vegas lunch and an evening event too! Love all the schmoozing and bevies, and of course it’s important for my fans to see me in the flesh and offer their courtesies and compliments, but I must admit that I’m flagging a little with the intense pace of travel industry socialization.
But enough about me... (as if!).
I’m worried about you Pumpkins. Every time I see you at one of these events you look so tired and stressed, with your little eyes dancing around in your heads as you think of all the things you need to do to earn your meager crust. As Norm used to say on Cheers: “It’s a dog-eat-dog world and you’re wearing Milk-Bone underwear.”
Of course I can’t pretend to be quite as harried as you are – the Dinkettes do all the the dirty work – but a diva’s day is not easy either dear Pumpkins, as the expectations are so high.
I just wanted you to know that even when I’m at the spa under the tender ministrations of Jose the masseur, I’m thinking about you. I hope it helps.
