KEEP ON DREAMING
My mother used to say she thought I should have been an actor because I was always so animated.
A personality defect, I guess.
But as a child, I imitated actors and made up fake commercials with my own little spin on things when we all were gathered in front of the television at night.
It made them laugh, but secretly I wanted to be a star, too.
As I watched the red-carpet entrances of the celebrities before the Golden Globes
last night, I was fascinated how the cameras panned each from head to toe. Their gowns, jewelry and shoes were all gorgeous.
Then I looked down and ... well, the last laugh is on me.
P.S. Standing on the garage floor gave a pathetic touch to my attire, don't you think?