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Button Sunday
How refreshing it would be to spot this silhouette on a truck.
Button Sunday
Speedee was so far ahead of my time that I didn’t even know he’d ever existed as McDonald’s first mascot. If you’d asked me, I’d have said Speedy was the little Alka-Seltzer guy. In fact, you can read here how McDonald’s gave up their Speedee in part to remove any association with Speedy.
You can teach an old dame new trivia!
Button Sunday
Team Both here. So happy for Dalyn and Josh.
Button Sunday
I see no reason why we can’t begin celebrating a day early.
The Compound agrees.
Button Sunday
Last month at Murder By The Book, Johnnie and Matt slyly sneaked a shopping bag to me before the Foolish Hearts/Best Gay Romance 2014 book signing. Apparently they did a bit of shopping when they were last in New York City, including a trip to Mood, everybody’s favorite designer fabric store.
While there, they purchased fabric for me that we all know we’ll see sometime in the future adorning any number of Mattel Muses.
But that’s not all. They also gave me a Fashion Mix & Match Barbie!
As it happens, they’d taken her shopping with them to Mood, where they were helped by Noel, so that’s the name they gave her. (I hope Mood’s Noel is spelled that way, because I already have a Noelle who wouldn’t appreciate having her name given to someone else.)
Thank you SO SO MUCH, Matt and Johnnie. I’m sure Noel had a great time in NYC with you two. Now she’s settling into the work room here–in good company.
Notice her shopping bag, which is a gift Mark G. Harris sent me long ago. Tim Gunn, you may remember, is courtesy of Marika.
I know the best and most generous people. =)
Button Sunday
Button Sunday
Debby gets her own button today.
I love you as a sister, a friend, and the mother of these three amazing beings. Thank you for everything you’ve brought to our lives.
Button Sunday
I love this one.
Playing Nice
Here’s a bonus button that possibly will amuse only Jim C:
Since I’m feeling particularly benevolent, I’m going to add this for Marika, who always mourns the end of Hump Day Happy. Marika, give me a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, and you know what will happen. If anyone else remembers what the heck I’m talking about, you can play, too–do not give me your birthday again. The books don’t change.