Dear Oprah.....

I must preface this by giving a little background of the story... Many of you who are following..

Yeah all three of you.. will remember that Mr R endeared himself even more to Mamma by asking for...... and getting..... a signed autographed copy of her most favorite Man

(Other then Mr R )

That's right.... non other then Charles "Charlie" deWolf Gibson (Yes that's his real name).. If you missed that epic moment you can find it HERE:

So Mr R being.. Well Mr R... Decided he would write to the Oprah Winfrey Show...

Why?...

Well apparently because he loves me... Knows I just love me some Oprah and would give up my first born... (kinda kidding...) to meet her.....and for some strange reason finds this blog humorous..

I know I know...

What The ?????

So lets just drop in on an earlier conversation...Heard round the Dinner Table.

"Pass the corn please.."

"Hey Ma.. did Marcy tell you? "

"Tella me what?"

"I wrote to the Oprah Winfrey Show..and told them they should check out Marcy's Blog.!"

( No Offense she really has no clue about what the Internetz even is or how it works..... let alone what the heck a blog is...... but she plays along, I mean after all if Mr R says anything good about it.. it must be good....)

"Oh Yeah?.... datsa Nica..."

"Yeah.. I wrote and told them all about her blog and how great it is.. Who knows.. Once Oprah finds out how funny Marcy is... she might become famous !!!

CUE RECORD SCRATCH:

Mamma puts down her corn... with a wee bit of terror in her eyes... and a corn kernel on her lip..

"OH... NO!!!! Itsa No Gooda to geta famous..."

"No? ... Why not?"

"You know Michael Jackson?"...

"Yeah sure.."

"Look.. he was so nica boy He play ona da staga wit hisa broddas eh dey do so gooda .. He Maka alatta money... eh now looka how he enda upa..... he haffta hida is face..

( Hmm mabye it falla off ? )

"Tella me whatsa so gooda abotit?"

"But Ma.. What about Oprah... she's famous.. and she does all kinds of good things..and has alot of money.."

"Yeah.. buta she wasa olda when she start.. so she not too crazy.. "

( Mamma's words O.. not mine )

I sat quietly watching and listening to this debate.. going from on side of the table to the other.. like the original now prehistoric version of pong... I mean.. where they really....

A. Debating the pros and cons of my fame

B.Taking seriously the idea that I would end up meeting O

C. Ever going to stop long enough to finish the meal so I could clean up and watch E entertainment?

I got the ball rolling but putting my plate in the dishwasher...

"Yeah.. Who wanta to be famous... ita maka alota problema... "

"You remember dat blonda lady, she maka da baby.... Whatsa her nama...... eh dey no know who da daddy was?"

"Anna Nicole?

"Yeah.. Anna Nicole.. she enda up dead froma de drugga "

"Eh now da blonda guy he raisa da baby by he selfa"

"NO... Itsa...NO gooda to be famous."

"Jeez.. Maybe you're right.."

"Maybe if she becomes famous it would only be trouble !!!"

"I mean yeah it would be great to have all kinds of money.. and I wouldn't have to work so hard... but who would clean the house?"

"Cook the meals?"

"Clean the whiskers from the bathroom sink!"

Mr R... with a cup of coffee in his hand...headed for the "Man Cave" mumbling ....

"I still think Marcy would do great on the show. I think Oprah would really like her.. and Gail too..."

The idea that he really believes that I could be asked to go on the show is so darn sweet......

The fact that he knows Oprah's best friend's name....

THAT... is scary !!!!

Ryan... Guilianna... I'm coming...!!!!!!

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