It's January, Pumpkins, and while it might be warm here in the T-dot by frostbitten Canadian standards it's still pretty nipply for a woman of my breeding and skimpy sartorial tastes.
The news boy got his fix of Cuban sun before Christmas and one of the Dinkettes (can never tell those two frumpy frauleins apart) is off watching geysers spurt in Tauck luxury. (I'll spare you my Freudian analysis of her destination choice. It's just so obvious).
But where, you ask, will Ivanna's gilded chariot take her next? Let's just say the invitations haven't been flowing in so far in this year of the Mayan Armageddon. And... OK... I do seem to be having a little trouble booking a trip at (gasp) my own expense.
The Dinkettes say my big mouth has resulted in my persona becoming non grata in some parts, but they're just timid little tulips. I'm sure iTravel2000.com has been returning an error message for all of you too, although I don't understand why it says 'Beat It Babe!' instead of 'Site Under Construction.'
It's probably just Jonathan's idea of a personalized Christmas Carroll. Oh, and that little kiss cam pic of Friisdahl and Hunter? Well s-o-r-r-y, but it's not like you can fake that stuff. Sheesh.
The Dinkettes think I should resolve to be a little softer around the edges this year Pumpkins (though I hope my edges never get as soft as theirs) but I fear I would be letting my devoted followers down. After all, somebody's got to lobby for the agent side.
What do you think dear readers, should Ivanna take her teeth out for 2012?
