January 17, 2013

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  I am a fan of Dolly Parton - her music, her wit, her community service, her faithfulness to her husband and her family.

  DREAM MORE is worthwhile reading.  Dolly's wit shines througout, but moreso, her humnaity sparkles throughout the book.

  My feet and waist are small because nothing grows in the shade.

  I’m not going to have a wardrobe malfunction because I’d wipe out the first three rows

  Plastic surgeons are always making mountains out of mole hills.

  Home is where I hang my hair.

  I don’t mind dumb blonde jokes, because first, I’m not dumb, and second, I’m not blonde.

  I had to get rich so I could sing like I’m still poor.

  People often ask if they’re real. Of course they are. I could ever grow nails this long.

  People ask me, “What is your favorite color?” I tell the: “Miss Clairol #289.”

  Would I ever run for president? No! We’ve had enough boobs in the White House.

  Do you have a stimulus package? Ask my husband.

  People ask if I’ve had plastic surgery. I tell them, no. I was born with my eyebrows on top of my had.

  Was I ever involved with the Women’s Liberation Movement in the 1970’s? Yes, as a matter of fact, I burned my bra. It took the Nashville Fire Department three days to put out the fire.

  Is it hard to stay in touch with your roots? No, I have them touched up every two weeks.

  How does it feel to be Dr. Dolly? I love being Doctor Dolly, and one thing is for sure - now when people call me double-D, it has a whole new meaning.

  Back in the hills, my folks loved each other, and they loved us. But people ask me, how in the world, being in a small house like that with 12 kids, did you have any privacy? I say, “well, we had a wash pan, and we washed down as far as possible, then we washed up as far as possible, and then when all the others cleared out the room, we washed possible.”

   

   

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