“My mother used to say that there are no strangers,
only friends that you haven’t met yet.
She’s now in a maximum security twilight home in Australia.”
- Dame Edna

She would tell you that her aura is orange.

But I disagree. 

See, orange is such a flat color.  Granted, it’s bright.  It’s noticed.  But orange doesn’t seem warm enough.  Maybe a burnt orange, like what crackles in the fire place, warm and cozy.  Maybe she’s got a burnt orange aura.  But see, burnt orange is so muted.  This girl ain’t muted.  She’s lively.  She’s juicy.  There ya go.. tangerine.  Maybe she has a tangerine aura.  Bright, and colorful, and.. okay, but that’s just too bright.  Garish, almost.  This lady isn’t garish.  She’s classy.  Like orange pekot.  Refined and warm and something that you sip gradually, not just gulp down in a hurry.  You cherish her.  You relish her.  But orange pekot tea can sometimes be bitter, like the rind of a citrus, so maybe that’s not the right one either.  Because she’s sweet, like a cantelope.  She’s soft and ripe and sweet.  That soft orange that makes you so excited about the explosion that is forthcoming and..

.. this has moved far too much into the dissection of the color orange.

So I say this: she is all of the shades of orange, and thensome.  And orange and pink go AWFULLY well together.

I love you, my dear Ra.. happy 30th birthday!

I leave my gentle readers with two of my favorite Ra quotes:

I was trying not to gossip, but she’s getting all of the details wrong, so now I’m forced to!!

I would be bullemic, but I’m afraid that if I stick my finger down my throat, it will digest.