I Became the Hippo From Fantasia For a Day

I'd like to take a minute to thank each and everyone of you who read my previous blog post and helped donate to make my young friend, Tanner's, final dream come true. Thanks to Scott Stratten and each of you we were able to raise over 26 000 dollars in 30 hours.

Tanner will be able to die at home now. And that's the best gift anyone could have given him and his family.

I was originally supposed to be in New York to join Tanner and his family and celebrate his life while wearing a tutu but it didn't work out. However, I am a woman of my word and promised I would still wear my tutu and think of Tanner while I'm homebound in Alberta.

For the record, a tutu stops looking attractive on anyone once you hit the age of 12. Or weigh more than 50 pounds.

My children are still laughing at me.

Oh go on and giggle. I know if would. If it weren't me looking like a giant elephant in tulle.

There's shorts under that tutu. I swear.

The cowboy boots really add something, no?

If I never see another tutu again, it will be too soon.