I awoke yesterday morning thinking that last martini grey goosed me into a time warp, Pumpkins. There was a Trudeau as Prime Minister and an exalted Mary Magdalene-esque wife at his side. Where the fakawi? No doubt the blessed couple will…
With the direction my chin has chosen, Pumpkins, I’m thinking of adding a niqab to my wardrobe. A hint of the mysterious is an asset – dance of the 7 veils and all that – especially when one’s assets are…
The business world has gone to hell in a cell phone, dahrlings. People are so distracted, dates, times, places have no meaning. I followed up with IATA yesterday on a deadline they’d given me for October 1st… and they said,…
So I put on my best rubber reinforced thong and make the rounds: a cocktailly product launch, a training academy, a few mix & mingles — and lo and behold, dahrlings, they are chock-a-block with travel agents. Like little Pumpkin…
They like us! They really like us! Well, it’s too late for that, dahrlings. You don’t cut my grass and then, 20 years later, come back for my bush. That ship has sailed, bucko! (No really. It has. A balding…
A loud “duh!” could be heard along Ottawa’s corridors yesterday, dahrlings, as the judges at the Canadian Transportation Agency dusted off their mandate and figured out they are supposed to go after SkyGreece. [The last order they gave was simply…
Good lord, Pumpkins. How many times have you heard that sorry ass alibi? “I can’t help It!” It’s such a lame excuse, it needs an excuse for the excuse. The last time I caught my husband with his pants around…
It’s a tragic tale, Pumpkins, of 2 star-crossed lovers. Overcome by passion as they visit a picturesque French castle off the coast of Normandy, the couple shed their inhibitions, discard their clothing, and make love on the battlements. Who hasn’t…
I love a C word as much as the next news hog, but good golly, Pumpkins, this summer’s travel headlines could use with a wider alphabet. The 3 C’s dominating (enough mistress!) the news — Crystal Cruises and Cuba –…
Most cruise ship stewards you just want to pack up and take home. Am I right, Pumpkins? Is it the ones who’ve been below deck too long who succumb to predatory urges? How exactly do they think they’ll get away…
