Once again, I may be dating myself quite a bit here, but when I was four years old, I wanted to be Cher.
I wanted to wear Bob Mackie gowns and have my own TV show and ride a palomino horse on the beach.
I wanted dark straight perfect hair to my butt and to be able to deliver sharp one line wisecracks at all times.
I wanted rhinestones and sequins and feathers and to sing "Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves."
And you know what? No matter what her hair color, or what she's "had done," it's quite a few years later and the lady still looks pretty dang good, doesn't she?
I think I still want to be Cher. . .