I confess I just emailed a fan letter to my cooking idol and Goddess of the South -- Paula Deen.
I don't write fan letters. What's gotten into me today?
I confess I have only wrote 2 fan letters before this in my entire life, when I was younger and silly.
Wait a minute - I'm still silly. 
I wrote a letter to Christopher Reeves and one to Jane Seymour in the early 80's after
"Somewhere In Time" came out.
(IT'S ONLY MY MOST FAVORITE FUCKING MOVIE IN THE WHOLE WIDE FREAKING WORLD!!!) Wasn't expecting a response. Movie stars don't reply to mail after all, ya know... I'm just a
lcommoner, after all. But they did!
Or their minions did. Reeves and Seymour each sent me an autographed pic -- a pic of them in the movie on the beach where the Grand Hotel is in, where Elise McKenna asks Richard Collier, "
Is it you??" This is the most romantic movie in the world.
I confess I am obsessed with this movie.
I confess I have watched this movie over 200 times or more.
*Monkeypoo falls on the floor, clutching her heart, spasming, grinning, smiling big, she's is in the moment, heart is a-pounding, and she's smiling and giddish*
I'm so silly, I know.
I confess happily..... In 2000, a month before Gerry died, he took me to Mackinac Island in Michigan. He took me to the Grand Hotel. We had to take a ferry boat to the island. I grinned real big all the way. Poor Gerry, he was so sick.

No cars are allowed on the island, so we rode in a horse-drawn carriage up to the Hotel on the hill.
A long time ago before that, like in 1981 I made a foolish wish that someday maybe I could go see the Grand Hotel. Never thought it would ever happen. Sometimes wishes come true. I miss my Gerry. RIP, babe! XOXOX




I confess my next wish is to go to Jamaica.


I confess that I believe in manifesting our dreams, desires and wishes, and that anything can happen when we dream big enough.