One always dreams of making it big time. The fame, the glamour, the endless pursuit of the papparazzi hounding you for just a glimpse,.. a picture....
Well, I finally made it....thanks to Zzee and her "connections" she has landed me on the cover of not one but TWO magazines. I knew that my fashion sense and style would turn heads and it would only be a matter of time that I would arrive...
Okay I will admit the National Geographic- Geography has me a bit perplexed in that I never travel much except to the edges of the cornfield, and as far as I know I don't think I am an endangered species, but I will admit to being unique and one of a kind...
But Vogue....yes Vogue is where I belong, with the flash and sparkle of a cubic zirconia tiara, I have found my niche in the glamorous catalog... Til I squint my eyes and see it's not really Vogue but Vague...
"Sigh".....okay who told? I thought I was doing a pretty good job at disguising my cluelessness, but evidently they must have glimpsed more than one glassey-eyed vacant look....So Vague it is... It's just as well, being a fashion diva is hard work...I can muster being vague with two hands tied behind my back and a twinkie stuffed in my kisser...
Vague just seems to fit...
...too well most days...
(Thanks for the giggles Zzee!!!)
