Mistressville USA aka Dilworth

I just can't seem to escape the seamy side of life. Here I am minding my business being a normal trophy wife and all hell breaks loose. First I suffer through Rielle Hunter. I didn't read her book and please don't tell me if you did. Now another "author" alias mistress has surfaced in Charlotte. She lives one mile from Rielle in Dilworth. The news last night said Dilworth is now known as Mistressville USA. If it makes property values drop maybe I can afford a condo there. Anyway Paula Broadwell is the new "other woman" in Charlotte. Her biography of General Petraeus was truly an intimate portrayal of him. What a way for her to increase sales. She should have talked to Monica Lewinski first to see how she has fared. Bill Clinton is the man behind Barrack. Monica is the woman behind a rock. Things are going to get real nasty quick for Paula. You don't mess with the CIA and the FBI at the same time. Her body might be discovered behind that ugly ass statue at the entrance to the airport. You know the one I'm talking about. The one that mysteriously appeared before the DNC. Funny Charlotte spent all that money to get the DNC. We wanted to be seen nationally. Well we are way national now and the DNC had nothing to do with it. I am refusing all phone calls from Paula. I am a trophy wife. I have an image to maintain. As my PawPaw would say " You made your bed. Now lay in it!"

Hair Do's

Headed for a haircut today. Which brings me to the subject for today's post. Over the year's I have had some bad hair do's. There is just no doubt about it. Mainly because I tried to look like someone famous. I had the Farrah do in the 70's. In the 80's I leaned toward Linda Evans. The 90's was the bob like all of America. Now of course it is gray and short. I did try Sharon Osborne and Posh Spice with no luck. When I die my tombstone will say "Here lies a woman with a lifetime of bad hair do's."

Hello

Back by popular demand from all my fans. I can give you tons of reasons while I haven't blogged in over a year. Suffice to say - the lungs got in the way. Or maybe facebook, pinterest, google, television , or the most hated - exercise. Yesterday was beyond exciting. I spent all day at the Duke Medical Center. The research department is doing a drug study for Sjogren's Syndrome. Since this is one of my diseases I was there to be screened for the study. Screening means if I meet all the criteria I am in the drug study. Already the fact my white blood cell count is in the crapper is a negative. I arrived at 7:45 am. I spent the night in Greensboro with the husband in his "home away from home", the Embassy Suites. Being the romantic souls we are,we ate pizza in the room and were asleep by 8pm. Why I am explaining my night before is that to arrive at Duke by 7:45 from Charlotte would mean leaving at 4:45 am. Spending the night with the husband meant leaving at 6:30 am. During my time at Duke I had vital signs taken, blood drawn, consents signed, a chest x-ray,a pulmonary function test, a physical exam, an eye exam, a salivary test, and lots of paperwork. I left at 2:00 pm starving. I stopped at the Hardee's drive-thru in Hillsborough. There I consumed a small fry, a 1/4 thickburger and a medium coke. I ordered a diet coke. I even asked the girl in the drive-thru if it was diet. She said yes. I tasted it and thought maybe it was diet. By the time I hit Mebane I knew it was coke. I was so pissed but drank it anyway. I arrived back in Charlotte before 5:00 traffic. I took out the dogs. I got rid of all that coke I drank. I checked all my social media. That sounds so grown-up. Then I sat my fat ass in my Lazy - Boy recliner and turned on the television. I watched Foyles War and The Voice. For supper I consumed 4 Reece's Peanut Butter Cups and a bottle of a dry red wine.