Sunday At The Market To Gorge: IT'S HER AGAIN!

"Huh?" You want me to say more? More than there are two more like Victoria in caramel and wiser sizes and styles? For the last minute Christmas shopping jerks like YOU & once, even me?

With no extra $tocking $tuffer for PATCH Santa's helper?

Well- be that way. I went to Wilshire just to say hello and I regaled her with Christmas- she thought bitchin', it was wishin' and hopin' and dreamin' like Dionne Warwick, she wasn't holdin' out on WEHO with BODY BUTTER in LAVENDER & SUCH (I am not a menu service- you see what SUCH is YOURSELF.) OR do you just hang out on a laptop and never on Santa's lap? Let's not go there, shall we? We are all adults here mostly.

How about oregano oil? Do you know what oregano oil does? I did- I said, "Hey, girlie, Influencer with mom- please don't beat me up, not me too- I adore and implore you both. But I'm a New Yorker, I know from oregano and Ray's pizza and how there is NO ORIGINAL RAY'S EVER- THAT'S OPRAH's SECRET she wouldn't admit, even after Dasher & Badgering!"

Victoria said- "Not it."

By the way, I asked Victoria's mom, "why'd you let her major in PHILOSOPHY!?" She said, "I don't know- she wins every argument!"

See- it's not just me. She's an UBER INFLUENCER but not a taxi driver- and yes, Kitty Carlisle Hart, she IS bigger than a breadbox- what's it to you, anyway!?