Way Over the Rainbow

"Hello? Oh Esther! I'm thrifting, can ya hear me? Let me put ya on speaker. I'm in a dressing room. Gotta have more bling, tchotchke, right? Minimalist, shinimalist, let 'em say our house is cluttered. There's a big difference in being a hoarder or on the boarder, right? WhateveAH! SO, my friend in the ArTik, yes, that's what I said, ArTIk, is having this challenge or some nonsense so I says, what the sheesh kabob, I'll go along. I'm a good sport. I'm not into competitive sports but I do like watching the boys in their leotards in Paris right now. Swingin' on them bars, tight little, OHHH! Hot flash! Does the ArTik compete in the Olympics? Who knew people actually lived there? Who they gonna send that can bring home the likes of Sweden and the States? Santa Claus? Esther? I don't have time to go on about it, so listen and write this down cause I am tryin' to close my purse; the zipper's stuck." ~~

"Are you writing this down? I'll hang up Esther if your noddin' off on me! Here are more clues. Okay, all that glitters...Leprechauns...I don't know how to spell it, I'm not Meriam Webber. Put an abbreviation. Didn't you take short hand in high school?"

"Just a sec Es, some more uppity clientele here needs my dressing room. They put a lot of bling in their mouth, that's the truth. How'd they get through security at JFK? Takin' ya off speaker as uppity do dah is in a hurry today. Schmutz."~~

"Don't be ridiculous, Esther, why would I call you a schumtz? I'm waiting for the bus now. When people get married, something old, something blue, something, how does that go? Is that even a clue? What was Dorothy looking for with ToTo and the Flyin' Monkeys? This is harder than I thought. Like I said, and you know me good, better than anybody Es, I'm not competitive. You are my hero, can I say hero anymore? That's a great clue Esther, write it down. Great one, of course I'll give you some schnapps. So we have bling, glitter, leprechauns, the Olympics, maybe the wizard of Oz, not sure, weddings and oh, those three old ladies we watch on reruns, they live together to save money like us. Maude was it? And Rose or? The somethin' Girls. Oh, and that steamy James Bond movie with the finger, and Hollywood where people like ole Frankie get their names in stars. That should do it. Okay. Write it down. Panning. Out west, that's right. Yes, and fish. Love you, too. Home in forty-five, bus 307. Buzz me in." ~~

**************************Good luck Peepers!**************************