1. Veronica B.

    ” She’s practically a child compared to you and for a second you thought you went to college with her. What is wrong with you? This is why last year everybody told you that you weren’t allowed to wear Crazy Bandz. CHECK YOUR BIRTH CERTIFICATE, LADY. Those numbers have a meaning!””

    I love you so much for this Pamie. This is so me. I just bought Chucks with a Grinch design on them last month. I’m 34.

      • Ah, me, too. We are about the same age. A few weeks back I had the pleasure of checking IDs at an event and without fail, I’d eye people and then ask for ID and they were my age. Anyone my age? Let’s see that ID. I’m all suspicious and then, “Ha! My age.” Who the hell do I think I am, some 20-year-old trying to squeak by?!

  2. Melissa

    I grew up with Hoda.

    Well, not really, but she was on our NBC affiliate in New Orleans during my last two years of high school. Let me tell you, we ALL love Hoda. I don’t know what it is, but New Orleanians adore her.

    Not long ago she shouted, “Oooh, this is my favorite part!!!” and she sang, “She had them apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur . . . ”

    And, I fell in love with Hoda all over again!

  3. Heather

    Please, honey. I was in Vegas this weekend (not intended to time with Halloween, but whatever. Bonus!) and you are doing just fine with “age appropriate.” ;D

  4. Shelia

    Oh God, I’m so glad I’m not the only one doing day drinking. And here I was saying “Four o’clock is the new Five” … “Three o’clock is the new Five” … etc. So glad to meet someone else on the block.

  5. Julia

    This made my morning. I have exactly the same thing that happens in my head…I look so awesome while I’m doing this, and then a picture or video surfaces and I’m like, huh, that’s not right. Thanks for making me laugh, Holla. When I have my first drink at 3, I’ll think of you.

  6. Yes! This is my life. In my head I look one way and then I catch a glimpse in the mirror (or, one horrifying night, on the screen during the freestyle portion of Dance Central) and realize that, holy hell, I am a spaz.

    • Deidre Carpenter

      There is a very good reason I don’t dance. I feel like such an idiot when I even try that I stop immediately. Unless I’m day-drinking, in which case all bets are off. Love me some Hoda!

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