So, in line with other “Dame’s A Dork” Series, I am going to reveal to you another dorkie attribute of mine. When a famous person dies, and there are memoriams and such filling the airwaves, I am a basket case. I can’t tell you how many times I have been walking past the TV this past week, and have started crying when people are talking about Tim Russert. It’s terrible. I get all involved in their life, their family, and even their celebrity friends. And, I know Mock feels me on this…I’m a co-crier. If you are going to cry in front of me, or around me, or on my TV, you can bet that I will cry with you. It won’t help you in any way or make you feel better, but I just can’t help it.
Anywhoo…the point is that this morning, I saw on PerezHilton that Cyd Charisse died. AND, because I think Gene Kelly was one of the sexiest men to ever live (besides Mr. Aufschneider of course), I have seen her dance several times. And she was fabulous. And now she has passed way. And…I totally welled up with tears sitting at my desk. Ahh…the life of a sap.
OMG I have been a WRECK over Tim Russert. You’d think I was his daughter with the way I’ve been carrying on.
The Tim Russert death really hits home…I mean here was a young man…with kids…who while toiling at a job he truly loved…died unexpectedly…leaving this world behind…….I am so envious…