Christian And Whitney — HERCULANEUM

You have most likely seen the story of Christian the Lion.

It's truly a beautiful story. And I first heard about it when our dashing correspondent; Dickie in D.C. sent it my way a few weeks ago. Thanks, Dickie!

This version is really terribly sweet. And watching it never fails to bring tears to my eyes. Especially watching the dudes.

It's just SO emotional.

Because...

Over-permed, dried out, rat's nest hair ALWAYS gets me choked up.

One of my bestest buds, Dor (we've known one another since 6th grade and we still like each other...or we lie) from Mom Goes Green sent me the Whitney Houston version (above), speaking of over-cooked and dried out (Whitney, not Dor).

Now, I have a confession (or two) to make. Back in the day, back in Whitney's day, I LOVED her. I used to lip-sync to all of her songs and had a crush on her just like anyone with any eyeballs or affinity for wigs did back in the 80's.

Okay, that's the first confession. The second is that at present day, I can't help but giggle every time I see her speak (slur) or walk (stumble). I feel bad for Whitney, I do. But, I can't help laughing...just a little. Because I can be mean.

So, without further ado, here she is;

The Diva Of Disaster.

The "OOHH! I-WANNA-SMOKE-CRACK WITH SOMEBODY!"

"I-WANNA-FEED-MEAT TO MY BOBBY! YYEAAHHH!!" Sista of Soul...and Pop...and At-ti-tude.

She puts the Whit in Honeaston.

The crack in whack.

Whitney, Miss Houston if you nasty.

Oh, yes I did, Wonder Woman.

(Image compliments of my new friend, Pon. Thanks, Pon!)

p.s. Wedding pics are coming, I PROMISE!! I'm sifting through the rubble. Trust me, you'll thank me later. This way, you hopefully won't puke in your mouth when you see my skin tone resembling bologna.