Well, not exactly. I’m still wearing the same dress and in the same pose but the hot topic today? I’ve got the absolute hots for Joe “Bulldog” Biden, people. He looked so sexy on the stage talking politics, I almost forgot why I tuned in. I felt like he was courting me, as I do love a man who knows how to take charge. I think he’s going to be my new Boo. And I must tell you that this fire Joe ignited on stage was no surprise to me. Which is why I was dressed up and wore my new red stilettos.
Yes, I was sitting on the sofa while Totsy was tweeting in her raggedy robe and mismatch socks. Don’t pay anymore attention to those beauty tips she calls herself giving. If I’d not been so entranced by Joe, I’d have taken a picture and displayed it here but I didn’t want to scare any of you away. Plus, I was so mesmerized and on the edge of my seat, taking in every word of my new Boo, I didn’t have time to direct my attention toward such nonsense.
I know what people say about you, Joe but I want you to know that I’ve got your back Boo, Baby (Winking and showing a little cleavage. Now, imagine me standing over a vent with my dress blowing above my thighs like Marilyn Monroe in her white dress). As part of the wrap-up, one reporter said, “It was like a man against a boy.” That made me a little weak in the knees, so luckily I wasn’t standing up in those stilettos. Why was I dressed to the nines? Because I always do for the debates. It’s like going to church. Yes, I do mix church and state because politics do. But I won’t get deep into that. I’m winding down with a bottle of red wine with a photo of my Boo I downloaded from the internet on my nightstand. It’s framed too. Go ahead and be a hater. Joe is hot.
Anyway. While I’m here, I do want to give you the Hollywood skinny. Jennifer Aniston, the All-American girl, who’s 42, may go topless in her next movie. I don’t know how she’s holding up there but she’s got the money to make whatever needs to happen happen. Bobbi Kristina, Whitney Houston’s daughter, has an engagement ring very similar to Kate Middleton’s blue sapphire with the diamonds around it. Yes, Bobbi Kristina’s officially engaged. The ring she was sporting before was her mother’s. What else? Oh, yes. It’s been said that Janet’s secretly married for the third time to that billionaire middle eastern gentleman and now covering up like Totsy and I did over in Saudi. I saw the pictures myself on a rag magazine in the grocery store, so it’s true.
I’m late on giving you this scoop and you may already be well aware that Chris Brown and Rihanna are back together. I suppose both of them went to rehab or counseling for being mean to each other. Let us all bow our heads and pray that all will end well, whatever that may be. I know my new Boo has a sharp and decisive tongue but he’s a passionate man. I don’t know personally, of course, but I believe it and so it is. Don’t argue with me.
Oh my, I’m in need of some lighter night attire just thinking of him on letting loose in the debate. Oh Lord of Mercy, I’m a saved woman and not feeling so saved right now.
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I’ve always appreciated older men. There is something sexy about standing in your truth and calling out bullxxxx.
As long as you don’have your eye on my Boo, I’ll keep my earrings on. Otherwise, I’ll send him your congrats.
Glad to hear that Joe is your new boo, Beatrice. Lucky you! I too was impressed with his sassy way, the way he kept laughing and telling Ryan what was wrong with what he was saying. A great night for Dems. Thanks to Joe, and you, of course. Mismatched socks, eh?
And did you catch Ryan admiring him as well. Ryan was quite composed in his lies but Joe called out every one of them and set the record straight. I don’t know what’s wrong with Totsy coming over to watch the debate in that mess. I’ll encourage her to stay home for next week’s debate. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to dab on a little Chanel and throw my Boo a kiss on my way out.
Joe rocked the house last night, that’s for sure! I love that you get dressed to the nines for the debates, Beatrice … I’m sure your new Boo would appreciate it. I’m knitting Totsy some new debate-listening socks.
You’ve got your finger on the pulse of what’s happening here but as long as you don’t touch my Boo with it, we’re going to get along fine. And please, knit the socks and expedite shipping.
Joe kicked some ass last night, as will the Prez next week.
The Prez better do his thing or I’m sending Totsy to put him in the headlock. Then again, she’s got to get through Michelle first.
I was up in the air during the debates, it crushed me not to see it live and in living color. But I have to say I am reading to put my Carlos Santana boots into the azzes of several pundits who are taking pot shots at our beloved Joe.
Rihanna, what is she thinking?
Well, I hope you’re on ground next week. I may have to record it myself.
Rihanna played the public but I don’t want to start a blogging riot by going into that.
Oh, Beatrice, I know how you feel. I just about need smelling salts when Joe Baby did all that smiling and talking directly at me. That man knows how to make a Democrat weak in the knees (and maybe some GOP-ers, too)!
Oh my, you’re ole school with those smelling salts. What’s that, by the way. I’ve only heard of them.
I wouldn’t mind seeing him debate again. I’ll wear perfume the next time.
Finally, someone talkin bout sexy Joe. I don’t understand seemingly intelligent women who find Paul Ryan attractive. Yuck. And if he ever uses Bush-Senior’s line, “read my lips”, someone should tell him it’s not possible since he doesn’t have any.
Well, do rememer his picture’s on MY nightstand, Ms Rapoza.
Yuck to Paul and his sneaky-looking self. A very composed liar, he was.
Your Boo is the bomb, dispensing a smack-down like he did! You go Beatrice; snagged you something fierce!
Your Boo is the bomb, dispensing a smack-down like he did! You go Beatrice; snagged you something fierce! (Please disregard the comment left by HomeSpun Handmades – that site is a work in progress. Didn’t realize that I was logged in as such.)
I wondered who was copying your exact words. I thought you had a stalker. I do hope the POTUS is smacking down tonight. I’ll have to catch him later. Totsy’s got me working, with no pay at that!
A tweet went out that made me laugh. ‘Quick, call 911. An old man is beating up a kid on tv.’ I believe it was Bill Mahr.
Bill also tweeted, “Biden doesn’t mind interrupting other people. Or himself.” My Boo had a lot to say in so little time.
Oh, I loved Joe too, but I don’t go messin with married me. I hope he is working with his boss to show him how it’s done.
No. Don’t mess with Joe. He’s mine. I hope he worked with him too. I do believe the POTUS was tired but I don’t want a repeat of last week. He’d better sock it to Mitt.
I’m watching it now. Obama rules!
Beatrice, I love your sass, girl! The vivid imagery of your words has given me a clear picture of everything Joe. Oh, and I’m still giggling at the visual of Totsy in her “raggedy” robe! hee hee!
Well, we must team up because understand you’re pretty saddy yourself. Joe is it. I’m so thankful he couldn’t see Totsy in that tattered robe. I can’t keep his eyes on me with people like that on my coat tail.
Old Joe and his million-dollar smile. I love him too. Hey, it’s “Lord have mercy”, child! Shortened to “Lord-A Mercy!” where I come from.
Sho’ nuff! as Totsy would say.