Thursday, October 12, 2006

Oh, How I Love Thee, Tucker Carlson. Let Me Count The Ways.

An open letter to Tucker in honor of tonight's appearance (joined by Al Franken) at Northern Kentucky University.




My Dearest Tucker,

I've said it before: I love the bow tie. Oh, how I wish you would bring it back. I want to take it and tie you up.
I want you to tell me conservative jokes about all the bad Democrats you hate.
Tucker, we will sit around our Williams Sonoma Home/Pottery Barn living room somewhere near the Beltway in our J Crew khakis and Reef flip flops listening to Jack Johnson and the Grateful Dead as we sip on dry martinis and discuss our affinity for foreign cars.
I want to be your bad ass Betty Crocker mama, greeting you at the front door with a batch of brownies in nothing but an apron. An apron from Crate and Barrel. A cute one, maybe with the American flag on it.
I want to smile and nod when your boring politician friends come over to our house for our wild-mad-crazy summer clambake.
I will wear your navy blue coat over my Lilly Pulitzer sundress after we leave The Club in the evening.

Oh Tucker.

I want to name our babies Madison and Chandler and Muffy. The girls will wear grosgrain ribbons in their hair and the boy will get a Lacoste crocodile tattoo on his chest when he is a student at Middlebury.
We will have a chocolate lab named Trinity after your four year stint at the school with the same name in Connecticut.
Tucker, honey, I love your rough-and-tumble, fringy, quasi mullet hair. It hints at your years of wearing Birkenstocks and North Face fleece pullovers, listening to Phish and drinking iced coffee.
I want to wear your old polo shirts as I work on the craft projects around the house, probably involving a hot glue gun and decoupage.
Tucker, I want to go to Fresh Market with you so we can stock up on Pellegrino, Apollinaris, Voss and Gerolsteiner.
I can put my Lisa Loeb eyeglasses on for you so we can reminisce and talk about whatever happened to Ashleigh Banfield.
Tucker, we will take family vacations to Greenwich, Nantucket and Stowe, Vermont in the winter. We will drive around in our big ass, gas guzzling SUV with one of those Black Dog stickers and a Choate Lacrosse decal on the back.
We will have monogrammed everything.
Tucker, I love your smirky smile. It teases me, like you have a dirty secret or joke to tell that wouldn't be polite to share with a lady. Oh, please share it with me... Let me in to your little world of genteel, Conservative Contradictions.

Nobody will be able to out-preppy us, and I will love every minute of it.

Kisses,
Kate the Great

9 comments:

NB-C said...

You're a sick and twisted woman....I'm, well, kinda creeped out. :)

Kate The Great said...

Oh, NB-C. I love the preppy... I know he's already taken, but a girl can dream, right?

~The Goofy Ass Chick said...

Kate, My friend Laura thinks that is your best post ever. She loves Tucker the way you love Tucker. She boycotted Dancing w/ the Stars when he was kicked off too.

I think you're both out of your minds. ;-) I still like ya though. :-)

Nat said...

IT's sort of twisted, but I can appreciate your great sense of preppiness. I aspire to the same. :-)

Heather Ferreira said...

In fact, any friend of Tucker's a friend of mine. Here's a present for you.

http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4648/3934/1600/TUCKER%20-%20OCT%205%202006.0.jpg

Heather Ferreira said...

Hey, your blog ate the comment I made prior to that. To make sense of IT, read this one first: I am posting it again -

I am kind of sort of a distant acquaintance of The Great Tucker. Should I phone him up and email that lovely message of yours to him? :)

Hmm, I visited your blog - if you visit mine, I may consider it...

(Watch her back off suddenly now folks, now that she's got a chance at him! Dreaming is safe... doing is not! Whatcha gonna say, Kate? I say let me email your post to him. Tucker reads EVERYTHING.)

P.S. - be careful for Mrs. Susan Carlson. She knows judo and several forms of advance ninjutsu, and can turn into a puff of smoke by dropping a special capsule on the ground. Women who went after Tucker to snag him from her have disappeared.

Red said...

okay...I only read three, maybe four lines of this post. Seriously creepy, and not the cool creepy either...I think I need a whore bath right now...

Kate The Great said...

Heather, you're welcome to forward Tucker the link to my blog... I'd love to have a famous fan.

Red/NB-C/Nat - do you all fail to see the humor in my post? Seriously, I can't have the perfect life with T.C. - he's already taken. But that doesn't mean I can't have a fantasy ;)

Nat said...

Oh yes, I see the humor in it...sheesh, of all people you know I can appreciate it...