Happy 13th birthday to my happy - and thankfully very healthy - daughter Lucy. A tricoastal super-trooper, living in L.A., New Orleans and New York City, despite not loving to travel. She is happiest on her beanbag or chewing a treat while being able to see us. (When we get home, she literally runs to find a treat to chew on, tail wagging, while being able to see and hear us. Rawhides are #1, but carrot sticks come at a close 2nd 🥕). 🐶💖 #ILoveLucy
*me at the dmv* excuse me is there any way I can choose a different filter? Also I look skinnier from my right side so I’ll look closer to the weight I said I was. Actually just send it to me and let me edit it thanks girl 😬💅🏼 #ilovelucy
One of the things I love very most about Lucy and Desi is how humble they were. Even with all their fame, they were always shocked when they were treated like big stars. They never thought they were better than anyone, no matter how much success they had.
“The night following our Music Hall appearance, Desi and I went to see Kind Sir, with Mary Martin and Charles Boyer. We arrived late at the theater, just as the first curtain was going up, and scurried to our seats as unobtrusively as possible. During the first intermission, Mary Martin sent us a note to please come to her dressing room; after a pleasant chat return to our seats while the house lights were still up. We sat there talking until we noticed a little hubbub of voices and the buzz-buzz exciting recognition. “Mrs. Roosevelt must be here,” I told Desi. We craned our necks toward the back of the theater and then we heard applause and saw people getting up. So we stood up to, clapping and looking around for the former First Lady. Then we realized the ovation was for us! Every time we tried to sit down, the applause grew louder. They had to hold the curtain. This was the shocker of all time, as far as Desi and I were concerned.” - Lucy