You know how I'm real humble? Well, surprisingly, I'm on this Greek goddess kick. I can't make up my mind whether I want to be Aphrodite, or Hera. It's a tough decision.

This is what I'm thinking my hair should do to go along with the Greek goddess dress.



I don't like gladiator sandals. They aren't pretty. I'm thinking that if I'm to be a goddess, I can wear any shoes I want. Or maybe none at all. I'd be a barefoot beauty, if I were a real goddess.

Why can't I just dress up a little, like a normal person? Not me, I have to go in costume.
Are you all familiar with my cape?


How about my hat collection?


My wigs?


It isn't natural.

So, here I go again. I'm on Broadway, and it's not even a public, televised ceremony. It's private, for Pete's sake.

Does Tim know what he's getting into? That is your question.

Fortunately, Tim is a tad bit flamboyant, too. I'll have to get a photo for you of his Pimp-Daddy vehicle.