I’ve developed quite the routine with my friend Trish the Dish, my coming over on Friday, usually after my yoga class.  Just us girls, Trish, myself, and her lovely baby Melody  (the Bold & the Beautiful baby from yesterday’s blog).  I don’t know how good babies are at deciphering irony, but Melody got an earful of humorous soap opera commentary.  But I hope she wasn’t just laying there in my lap, in her little jammies, taking me seriously, and cataloging the information for later use.  “Don’t worry mom, you don’t have to explain men to me…boozy old Aunt Alicia told me all about them a long time ago”.

When I first arrived, I came up the stairs and saw a vintage Joan Rivers comedy album on the kitchen table.

I’m exclaiming my enthusiasm for such an awesome relic, when I notice the envelope  with my name on it.  (Well, it actually says “Hippy”, a nickname from our younger days, along the same era where she was christened Trish “the Dish”).  A present? For me? Fabulous!  When she was pregnant, I had given her this book, to help her with the difficult days.

So, in honour of Trish the Dish, and to the advice I may someday give to her daughter…for which I am apologizing for in advance.  Some advice from the fabulous Joan Rivers–80 years old, fearless, bitchy as hell and she’s got a mouth on her like you wouldn’t believe.

The ideal beauty is a fugitive that is never found.

“There is not one female comic who was beautiful as a little girl”.

“I have become my own version of an optimist. If I can’t make it through one door, I’ll go through another door — or I’ll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present”.

“I was smart enough to go through any door that opened”.

“Don’t tell your kids you had an easy birth or they won’t respect you.  For years I used to wake up my daughter and say, “Melissa you ripped me to shreds.  Now go back to sleep”.

And my personal favorite…

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