David Cassidy's hand. Later Foghorn came in to ask if I wanted to watch The Brady Bunch.
"You mean watch my best friend? Of course I wanna watch!"
"Mom!" she squealed. "She's not your best friend."
"She wrote to me! Right here!"
"She wrote you three lines."
"Nope, nope. We're besties. BFF's. Me and Carol Brady," I chirped.
Foghorn rolled her eyes and then said in her most condescending tone, "Mom, you really need to grow up."
Whatever... Even she can't piss in my Wheaties today! I'm in some groovy, bell-bottomed 70s heaven and feel like I'm floating six inches above my green shag carpet.
** NOTE: Over the years I've been asked what I said to Florence Henderson to make her "laugh out loud." In my email to her I wrote that I had been impressed by her work over the years but especially when she went on Dancing with the Stars (in her late 70s, no less). I then said, "I mean this in the most loving and respectful way but you've got balls!" Apparently she liked that. R.I.P., Mrs. Brady.