Fringe Times

Well Darlings,

Cousin Isabella and I went to the Opening of the Fringe Festival last night. Sadly to say, the fringeiest thing tended to be the shortness of people's bangs. It seems if you are to be considered "artistic" around here you have to have a really bad hair cut and chop your bangs up to your hairline.

However, I did put in many plugs for the Divas (take THAT as you may!!!) so look for us at the Festival next year. I even plugged away on television with an Eskimo name Eddie. Never mind. Dirty minds do rock.

Oh la!

And here you may have thought that Scarlet was the naughiest cousin....(she is, but I try, I try. I just have a naughty way of saying things aloud....)

I did get into one little bitch session with a Clown about footwear. Really, his shoes were so...ordinary. Brown oxfords are not funny. They're just brown. He slandered my black high heeled designer pumps. I told him he needed to be wearing them. Really, some clowns just can't take a joke.

So, onward and forever.....onward. Aunt Fern would have been thoroughly scandalized by the soiree last evening. I envoked her name several times, since she is my guiding light in all things.

Love
Kennedy.