For 80 cents, you can substitute breasts for other body parts at Popeye’s Fried Chicken. I’m not knocking the policy, honest, but I just love a fast food menu that uses the words “Breast Substitution” on it. What else could they call it? Hell if I know, but I know it tickled my funny bone.
Wow, I haven’t posted since Thursday. I’ve been sick, mostly. Saturday, however, I dragged myself out of bed and dragged my hubby along with me and went to the Aloha Chapter meeting. Denby Fawcett was WORTH the trouble. What a nice, classy lady! I bought a copy of her book, War Torn, and she signed it for me. After hearing my name once, during the introductions, she remembered it. In fact, she remembered everyone’s name. I guess that’s a function of being a reporter for so many years, but she didn’t just remember names, she remembered statements. And she wrote about something I had said in her dedication to me. I was honored. Here was a woman who went off to Vietnam at the ripe old age of 23, and who reported from some of the worst of the fighting with the Marines up on the front lines. I will never forget something she said either. She said that, to her, Vietnam was less dangerous than Iraq. She went to the front lines in Vietnam, but she wouldn’t go to Iraq today. Too scary, she said. Wow, what’s that tell you? She also had a funny story about appearing on the Today show and being in makeup with a fat man she didn’t recognize. After he left, she asked the makeup artist who he was. “The fat guy? Oh, that’s William Shatner.” LOL!
Aloha nui loa.