Don't panic. Stay calm. My home was invaded yesterday by the cutest reindeer and I never had to call Santa to come pick them up. It went so well, here I am, hugging one of them. She goes by many well-deserved nicknames, but for our purposes today, let's just call her Carol II, the Birthday Gal.
This is Jane, a gal who really loves Christmas and really hates
cussing, which presents a challenge for some us in "Laughing At Life."
Allow me to introduce two more wonderful reindeer:
Phyllis and Bruce.
Hang on, there's more? @#$%, yes. Meet Nury and Fredda, a fellow Jewish gal who got fed up with the reindeer antlers and ripped them off her head. Just between us, the festive antlers can mess up a girl's 'do. Fredda is from the spectacular Motion Picture Television Fund. She lets me do this crazy workshop.
Wait. What? Did we flip the guest of honor the bird? Of course we did, but we did it with love. Carol II, a gifted actress, star of Broadway, film and TV, not only received a statue commemorating her recent induction into the Horror Movie Hall of Fame (for her potty mouth rant in "Friday the 13th: Part V) but also solid gold "eff you" bling, insured by Lloyds of Sherman Oaks, for her Lifetime Achievement In Swearing. She promised to never take the necklace off,
and we believed her.
and we believed her.
Sir Blakey, on the other hand, received no awards, just gobs of attention from Phyllis and all the other attendees. And that, as they say, is a wrap, folks, workshop-wise, till next year.
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