Je voudrais manger les crêpes, le lard et les oeufs outre de votre beau derrière.

I KNEW you were due for a vacation! You have sounded cranky since Thanksgiving.

If you visit Pere Lachaise, please tell Jim I am sorry for publicly calling him a buffoon. Also please tell him Danny is in town- he'll understand.

Great picture. I wish to hell I was in Paris right now.

Here I sit, sad and dejected;

Your latest column cannot be detected.

Instead of advice with sarcastic flair,

You tease us with half-shots of your derriere.

Your fixing the link I would try to coerce

By taking the trouble of writing in verse.

So, when do we get to see you?

Hey -- go snap some pix of the 'Felliniesque' whores on R. Blondel if you can make the time. I never did. We can all make up our minds about La Spano's judgement...

I am visiting my pseudo grandson for his first birthday in minnie-soda this weekend. My camera bag now weighs more than than laptop and all its toys. And it always gets searched at the airport with all the cables, adapters etc....

In about 15 minutes! (That was to Jason.) Link should be fixed soon. Boyfriend is on it in Los Angeles.

I'll believe it when I see it -- no red hair is visible. That person could be anybody (so how did THAT picture get here?). It's shameful that you deceive us so. I used to think you were a straight shooter!

My best friend (Lena) and my boyfriend will tell you my butt speaks for me. Scroll back through July and you'll see it matches quite nicely -- as does the hat. PS Jason and E. and I just had drinks at their apartment (some wine they bought back from Portugal), and dinner at a little restaurant in the 7th. I had confit d'agneau, on the bone, in white beans with flecks of ham, then moelleux (runny chocolate soufflé) for desert. Oh la la!

"My best friend (Lena) and my boyfriend will tell you my butt speaks for me."

Yes, Amy's butt does indeed speak. But it don't play flute, baby. So don't go there!

Okay, I believe you.