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Showing posts with label 2011 golden globes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2011 golden globes. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

A Little Motherly Advice

Because of my pervasive presence in the blogosphere as a trailblazing fashionality (I own several scarves), I was contacted by a plethora of horrified mothers who watched their embarrassing daughters tromp down the red carpet at the Golden Globes in outfits even a mother couldn't love

So listen up starlets...YOUR MOTHER IS TALKING TO YOU!



 Helena, if you're going to choose your gown from the dress-up trunk, 
remember, you're only allowed one outfit at a time.



Annette honey, I know you love your 23 cats, 
but quit letting them lick your head before you go out.  
You'll look better and prevent some nasty hairballs.


Tilda dear, I know you're still mad about your name, 
but you don't have to dress like your name is Tilda.  
Call yourself Tilly and buy a skirt you don't have to roll up



 Eva, mi hija, your lovely mermaid dress 
does not have to include two sardines clipped to your belt



Sondra, you know you're not only my sweetheart...
you are America's sweetheart since you got the sympathy vote 
when you dumped that no good marlot* Jess-a-bel, 
but how can you expect to check your blindside 
when you can't see past those humongous bangs?

*Man-harlot
 


Jennifer, how many times have I told you 
that you are seriously overestimating the storage capacity needed for your bosoms?



Heidi-girl, we're all proud that you faced your fears 
and went skydiving, but you have got to give back the parachute.  
It's only a rental.



Julieanne, what in tarnation are you doing with a tater sack on your shoulder?  
I could have sent little brother Wilbur over with some corn pone 
if you'd a just told me you had a hankerin' fer some vittles



Annie dear,  I think it was environmentally insensitive of you 
to make your father descale all those trout 
just so you could sparkle under the lights



Katie, I know you are a sentimental girl, 
but that does not excuse wearing the dress you made in 7th grade Home-Ec.  
You still don't know how to gather.

Love, Mom


all photos found here