Dear Earth Mother,

We Are Sad.

&

Forever  Your  Flop...

Forever.....

w

UPDATE:
9:55pm EDT


About six-thirty we went out to do the garbage & recycling....
It is cold & rainy, and we are dealing with doggie doo and poo-poo pampers, as well as the drama of it all.  The only bright side is that, since We're dressed, We will walk across the avenue to the bodega to buy a couple of forties & some Drum.  So we did.....
As we were paying for our shit, the most hellacious noise insinuated itself upon the ears of the listeners of twenty-fourth avenue in Astoria...
Hail...  Pea sized hail...
The very beautiful,  Korean grandmother cringed;  she cringed...
"What is that?",  she looks, and then she says:
"Ice! Is that ice?" she quires.
We say:
"Ice! Yes! ....... Hail..... Hey-L.... Hail, sometimes this big!" We made hand gestures, and then for some reason she assumed that we wouldn't go out in it.
Jesus wept.
We left.
Now you have to understand that the bodega is only thirty seconds from our front door on foot, if there is no traffic. And there was no traffic.
This pea sized hail came down at quite the clip, at ten seconds into it, peas crunching under our crocs, we reached for our camera(phone) but didn't have it...
In that half-a-minute the ground turned white, the street looked like silver Fleckstone, then we thought it that it was too bad that we didn't have our camera, we could do a post on crazy New York weather, you know, anything to push Liz's timely passing away from the foreground.
You know something like....  "Oh Hail!!" or "What The Hail" or...... "It's Raining White Diamonds".

We thought this!
Really......

Anything to push Liz's timely passing away from the foreground....



It was not until much later after checking what other people have been saying on their blogs (all of it most revealing) ...
Then mrpeene posted, and he said something to the effect that the "White Diamonds" commercial was his favorite Taylor flick....


That's when we put two and two together and got the spectacular four-four that we are wearing as we type..  (it's grey, mistress, that way we can find our drinkie-winky!)

So, To Summarize -

TRUE STORY...

The day that Elizabeth Taylor died..


It was a cold, 
rainy, sleety 
and a hailing, 
grey day in Young,
Olde New York...
I did the refuse...
I bought my booty,
on several levels........


At the very moment crept I, into my den,
the skies of New York rained white diamonds upon my head....
The day Elizabeth died.