AHAHAHAHAHAHA, dahlings.  Mommy could so easily revive Genevieve’s joie de vive, my dears, by setting her straight over a dry martini and plotting some delicious revenge. 

Just a pit of dog poop on the inside of her car door handle, don’t you think, dahlings? 

Uh-oh, dahlings.  My batteries seem to have gone dead in my …  Why, YES, my dears.   I do remain active. 

Dahlings, posturing, posing, pontificating - all.  I think she - and other nominees - should be rewarded for not falling asleep, not descending into fits of giggles, not screaming, "SHUT UP!" all of which Mommy admits to doing as she watches intermittantly, my dears.  Death by a thousand cuts - Congress style, isn’t it, dahlings?

Ah, my dears, I have a little observation for you.  Do you want catty comments?  Do you want LOTS and LOTS of catty comments? 

Than follow any shoddy old story with "Palin" or "Coulter" in the title, dahlings, pro or con, my dears.  It draws sharks like blood in the water, doesn’t it? 

Ah, dahlings, Mommy sees fireworks that are appropriate for the Fourth of July every time she reads "Palin" or "Coulter" in a headline.   Fire away, my dears.

Merrie, dahling, ALL performers want people to "look at me!", dear. 

And, like him or not, "Thriller" sold more copie than any other album, so he meant something to a whole lot of somebodies, my dear. 

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, dahlings.  Last of the all white man ticket?  In a word, my dears, NO! 

Over their cold, dead bodies, in this old broad’s opinion.

Keep two things very dry, dahlings. 

Wit and martinis.

Dahlings, and old man with a much younger woman lasting five whole years should be applauded!  Most young women don’t stay that long, do they, my dears?

An homage to the decade when Mommy made that unforgettable film "TRON." 

AHAHAHAHAHA, my dears.  Not much good to say of the 70’s in retrospect, is there, dahlings?