MY BFF - CAROL BRADY

I recently read Life is Not a Stage, Florence Henderson's memoir of her years in show business.  Regular readers of this blog know I have a slight 70s obsession.  I'm wild about all things Partridge and Brady and owl-ish and Mystery Machine flowery.  Well, I read in Carol Brady's Florence Henderson's book that she reads all the e-mails sent through her website and responds.  I didn't quite believe that, but I went ahead and sent a message anyway, telling her about my obsession with love of the show and how my daughter and I watch the show regularly together and what a fan I am.  And this came in yesterday's email:

Oh...my...GOD!  Carol Brady wrote to me!  I showed my daughter and bounced in my seat and forwarded it to my mother and sister and then read it a couple more times.  Ranks right up there with touching 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.