I have to say that I have not been practicing my dance steps this week, but did I think Ellen’s people would be contacting me yet? Just call me psychic, but I did get a dance DVD to practice with. I might feel a little weird dancing with myself, but in the words of Billy Idol (not to be mistaken for Billy Joel, or Billy Crystal who are older and brunettes):

When there’s no-one else in sight
In the crowded lonely night
Well I wait so long
For my love vibration
And I’m dancing with myself
Now I don’t think of Ellen as my love vibration and if I call the Husband that he might take away my bong. I hear Portia DeGeneres has got a nasty right hook, so maybe I will spike my hair like Billy’s, put on all of my hardware, curl up my upper lip and scare the hell out of my cats with my interpretive dance to Eyes Without A Face.
Who said it would be easy getting on Ellen’s show while reciting Billy Idol? What would Shakespeare do?
Ellen – please call. I don’t want Billy Idol putting out a restating order against me.
Is it just me or do they look like long lost relatives? Ellen just forgot five pounds of hair gel when this photo was taken.
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