On the day she died, Ivana had an appointment at 2 pm to have her hair styled before setting off for St Tropez. Classy, perfectly coiffed and enjoying her life to the very end! Now that's the way to go.
Ivana first came into my life in 1996. That was the year my family bought our first color television. (I know, right!?) One of the brightest lights on our new TV was Ivana Trump as she sold her beautiful line of jewelry on the old Value Vision shopping channel.
To my sixteen-year-old eyes, she was elegance and glamor personified. With her exotic Eastern European accent she gave fashion tips while she plying her flamboyant designs.
Yesterday, as we all gasped in shock at the news of Ivana's unexpected passing, I admired again the Ivana aurora borealis crystal necklace my mother bought for me in 1996 and told Michael, "She never expected to go that way!"
Yesterday morning, Michael and I were sitting around in our PJs chatting over coffee.
Not thinking very much, I said idly, "What if all the jokes about Joe Biden playing President in his basement while Kamala sticks pieces of paper under his nose for signature are true? What if Joe's 'presidency' consists solely of an office, a pen, a website and the media pushing the narrative?"
Michael's ears visibly perked up. "Tell me more," he said.
That's the problem. It's just a hunch, much like my hunch that Joe would take the Oath of Office before Inauguration Day.
When a hunch is proven right as that one was, the feeling is amazing! Addictive!
When the hunch is wrong, you crawl under a rock and apply thumbscrews.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread...so here we go!
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