No! No, she wasn't. I just had to let that out of my system, considering what day it is. Cuffington readers, today's theme is utter celebration and rejoicing, because the woman who makes my glittery golden world go round turns 63 today!
Last weekend, Cher dazzled my eyes and ears into weepy piles of goop, just like she has been doing all over the world for decades. I was so lucky to get to see her descend from the rafters in a gold birdcage wearing a Nefertiti headpiece, kick up her heels in many a Bob-Mackie designed ensemble, and sing her heart out to the point where my eyes welled up with sparkly tears.
Happy happy birthday Cher! One fine day when the tables are turned and it is
I who am 63 (and you are 97) I will come and see you perform again. Because I KNOW you will be. Trust.
Last weekend, Cher dazzled my eyes and ears into weepy piles of goop, just like she has been doing all over the world for decades. I was so lucky to get to see her descend from the rafters in a gold birdcage wearing a Nefertiti headpiece, kick up her heels in many a Bob-Mackie designed ensemble, and sing her heart out to the point where my eyes welled up with sparkly tears.
Happy happy birthday Cher! One fine day when the tables are turned and it is I who am 63 (and you are 97) I will come and see you perform again. Because I KNOW you will be. Trust.
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