My dearest Sassies,
This blogger will be on hiatus for a week. I know, I know... I can already hear the gasps and gnashing of teeth. Fear not, my pretties, I shall return, bigger, badder and bolder than ever - or maybe just the same as I am now. Alliterations just sound so dramatic. But I digress. Here's some dirt to hold you over. And it's a doozie...
Elizabeth Taylor is engaged, for the ninth time, to a 49-year-old man. She's 78. Liz gives new meaning to "cougar". Part of me wants to say "Ewwww", and another part wants to say "Hells ya, sista!" I'm torn.
I also wonder about the legitimacy of this union. I mean, it can't be the sex, right? Not to say a 78-year-old woman isn't appealing but have you seen Liz lately? She's looking a little worse for wear. Apparently, Liz and her beau have been dating for several years. Huh.
I'm flummoxed, to say the least. Back in the day, Liz was the shit. But, let's face it, anyone who's been married eight times has some issues. She's got the crazy. To what extent, I'm not sure, but it's definitely there. Of this, I have no doubt.
Although.... US Weekly reported the engagement and it hasn't been confirmed. Which leaves some room for uncertainty. But It's Liz Taylor. Of course she's getting married again.
Look at this adorable child. She's got the face of an angel.
Liz oozing some serious gorgeossity (pronounced gor-jee-ah-si-tee).
Still lookin' fabulous. Nice cleavage.
And... this is Liz today. Still stylin' but looking like she's shrunk.
You know, like old people do.