17 January 2007

Now, I love Jesus, but I do drink a little.

This morning, Ellen Degeneres called an 88-year-old woman named Gladys in Austin, TX, because Gladys had earlier called her and left a voicemail recommending that Ellen redecorate the set by moving a spiky plant from behind her head. And Gladys, who is either spry of the mind or else in that funny stage of dementia, told Ellen all manner of hilarious things, not least of which was "I love Jesus, but I do drink a little" as an excuse for some odd behavior she then described. I can't even remember how the rest of the story went because the introduction was just too funny.

12 comments:

Lauren said...

love it!!!!!!!!!!!

Micah said...

the comment may offer some explanation to why she seems so alternately "spry" and "demented", and itself may be the circumstance predicating her odd behavior, think you not?

Jen said...

Well, she seemed more like your typically frank older Texan woman. But maybe she had had a few sips before Ellen called.

Of course, she also mentioned her use of the Listerine. Maybe she'd just gargled.

Anonymous said...

Hey Jen,
What I want to know is...who's the deviant in the picture? I found your blog on lauren's and I just wanted to say "hello" and that little baby Noel is precious.

Lauren said...

that's Jen on the weekends.

M.R. said...

Is that girl using an inhaler while holding a cigarette? Radical.

Jen said...

Dern, Lauren found me out :) And I thought blue dots were designed to protect the innocent. Or innocently radical. Just like Court TV.

But hiya Rebekah! Thanks--we think he's pretty precious too!

Micah said...

how do you know it's a girl? there's a blue dot over his/her head

Jen said...

Aww, come on, now. That doesn't look like boy hair, does it?

Micah said...

Jen on the weekends? Do weekends now start on Tuesday?

Brent said...

Hmmmm... I think I've seen that picture somewhere... Something about a hobbit, a walk, a bog... Ahhh, it's coming back!

Jen said...

Everyone make a mental note: when approaching a bog, have a hobbit nearby cuz one of those can get you out of anything. If no hobbit can be found, just chuck the walk entirely; don't even begin to climb yon fell (that's "hill" or "mountain" for you stay-at-home types). Instead, stay back at the pub with a pack of cigs, an inhaler, and a few pints. Some combination thereof will make you forget all your worries (wheeze, wheeze).