The old expression – for every lid there’s a pot – was never more apt than when applied to the dinkettes. Both are married (contrary to rumours, not to each other). How those poor men ever got matched with those lids is beyond me. But there you have it.
John Christie (the once-blonde dinkette’s pot) is a dreamboat of a man. Patient to a fault (you figured on that, no doubt), funny (he’d have to have a sense of humour wouldn’t he?) and good looking (there’s no explaining that one). And he’s madly in love with his wife (the man’s an accountant, what do you expect).
This dahrling man is, well, he is in the intensive care unit at Sunnybrook fighting for his life. When life decides to take a crap on you, I wish it didn’t aim so well.
Needless to say, it’s a difficult time at the jaw because things aren’t about me right now. Don’t get me wrong, I do feel for her. It’s not like she’s going to find a second one of those.
Send some pink light our way, Pumpkins.
From all of us at Open Jaw: Thank you so much for your kind words and pink thoughts. John Christie passed away quietly on Tuesday afternoon with his wife Suzanne and children Taylor, Jill and Brett at his side. There will be a notification in Thursday's Globe and Mail.
