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HSN Host Debbie Denmon wearing Marla Wynne.

Yes. They. Are. 💕 Good things are coming for you this week. 💕🎀🍂 be grateful all of the good things big and small that come your way. – ✨✨

Very cold in OZ today. 😎

Have a safe and nice day Peeps! ✨✨

Monday you are here, that was fast! Ok everyone, make it a MERRY one….one cup at a time! – xx Happy Monday! ✨✨

Monday is Merrier with coffee (lots of it) ❤️🎀💕 ✨✨

The biggest gift we can give is our full attention and time. Start by giving it to yourself and those you care about. Being present is enjoying the now and the moment you are in. Let’s slow down and just enjoy it…an early Christmas gift. 🎀🎄💋❤️💕 have a great week everyone. You are doing a great job! Remember it’s ok to not get it all done and it doesn’t have to be perfect! ✨✨

HSN Host Debbie Denmon and son having a great time.

@Sheba
Good Evening Sheba and Buon Natale 🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲
I hope you had a wonderful Sunday with your fireplace all fired up. With temperature in the twenties, oh that cold goes through ones bones. ⛄⛄⛄⛄⛄⛄⛄⛄⛄⛄☃️☃️☃️☃️☃️
We had a beautiful day and now the moon is the star in the sky. The moon is so beautiful, lights up our entire yard. I am quite tired, did a lot and of course there is more to do tomorrow and beyond. My neighbor’s mother will visit her for Christmas. I asked my neighbor if she liked Panettone, she didn’t know what it was. She will be in for a good surprise.
Take care Sheba 🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲

Peace Out Peeps! Enjoy your evening. ✨✨

Roxie
Renée Zellweger

Roxie:
The name on everybody’s lips
Is gonna be Roxie
The lady rakin’ in the chips
Is gonna be Roxie

I’m gonna be a celebrity
That means somebody everyone knows
They’re gonna recognize my eyes
My hair, my teeth, my , my nose

From just some dumb mechanic’s wife
I’m gonna be Roxie
Who says that murder’s not an art?

And who in case she doesn’t hang
Can say she started with a bang?
Foxy Roxie Hart!

Roxie:
You wanna know something? I always wanted to be in vaudeville.
And now that I’m a celebrity, I’m gonna have me a swell act,
too. Yeah, I’ll get a boy to work with – someone who can lift
me up, show me off – Oh, , I’ll get two boys. It’ll frame
me better. Think “Big,” Roxie, think “Big.” I’m gonna get me
a whole bunch of boys.

The name on everybody’s lips
Is gonna be

Boys:
Roxie

Roxie:
The lady rakin’ in the chips is gonna be

Boys:
Roxie
She’s gonna be a celebrity

Roxie:
That means somebody everyone knows

Boys:
They’re gonna recognize her eyes
Her hair, her teeth…

Roxie:
…my , my nose
Ooh, ah ah ah
From just some dumb mechanic’s wife
I’m gonna be
Sing it!

Boys:
Roxie

Roxie:
Who says that murder’s not an art?

Boys:
And who in case she doesn’t hang

Roxie:
Can say she started with a bang?

Boys:
Foxy Roxie Hart!

Boys:
They’re gonna wait outside in line
To get to see Roxie

Roxie:
Think of those autographs I’ll sign
“Good luck to you, Roxie”
And I’ll appear in a lavaliere
That goes all the way down to my waist

Boys:
Here a ring, there a ring
Everywhere a ring a ling

Roxie:
But always the best of taste
Oooh, I’m a star.

Boys;
And the audience loves her.

Roxie:
And I love the audience. And the audience loves me for
loving them. And I love the audience for loving me. And
we just love each other. That’s because none of us got
enough love in our childhood.

Boys:
That’s right.

Roxie:
And that’s show biz, kid.

Boys:
Oh, yeah.
She’s giving up her humdrum life

Roxie:
I’m gonna be

Boys:
Roxie.
She made a scandal and a start.

Roxie:
And Sophie Tucker will spit, I know
To see her name get billed below

All:
Foxy Roxie Hart

Boys:
Chuh, chuh, chuh, etc…

Roxie:
Oooh ah ah ah ah ah ah
(As boys exit)
Those are my boys.

I Move On
Song by Catherine Zeta-Jones and Renée Zellweger

While truckin’ down the road of life
Although all hope seems gone
I just move on
When I can’t find a single star
To hang my wish upon
I just move on
I mooooove on
I run so fast
A shot gun blast
Can’t hurt me not one bit
I’m on my toes
’cause heaven knows
A moving target’s hard to hit
So as we play
In life’s ballet
We’re not the dying swan
We just move on
We mooooove on
Just when it seems
We’re out of dreams
And things have got us down
[VELMA]
We don’t despair
We don’t go there
We hang our bonnets out of town
So there’s no doubt
We’re well cut out
To run life’s marathon
We just move on
We just move on
So fleet of foot
We can’ts stay put
We just move on
Yes we move on!

Overture/And All That Jazz
Song by Catherine Zeta-Jones, Renée Zellweger, and Taye Diggs

Five, six, seven, eight
Come on babe, why don’t we paint the town?
And all that jazz
I’m gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down
And all that jazz
Start the car, I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold but the piano’s hot
It’s just a noisy hall, where there’s a nightly brawl
And all that jazz
Skidoo
And all that jazz
Hotcha
Whoopee
And all that jazz
Slick your hair and wear your buckle shoes
And all that jazz
I hear that Father Dip is gonna blow the blues
And all that jazz
Hold on hon, we’re gonna bunny-hug
I bought some aspirin down at United Drug
In case you shake apart and want a brand new start
To do that jazz
Find a flask, we’re playin’ fast and loose
And all that jazz
Right up here is where I store the juice
And all that jazz
Come on babe, we’re gonna brush the sky
I betcha Lucky Lindy never flew so high
‘Cause in the stratosphere, how could he lend an ear
To all that jazz?
Oh, you’re gonna see your sheba shimmy-shake
And all that jazz
Oh, she’s gonna shimmy ’til her garters break
And all that jazz
Show her where to park her girdle
Oh, her mother’s blood’ll curdle
If she’d hear her baby’s
For all that jazz
All that jazz
Come on babe, why don’t we paint the town?
(Oh, you’re gonna see your Sheba shimmy shake)
And all that jazz (and all that jazz)
I’m gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down
(Oh, she’s gonna shimmy ’til her garters break)
And all that jazz (and all that jazz)
Start the car, I know a whoopee spot
(Show her where to park her girdle)
Where the gin is cold but the piano’s hot
(Oh, her mother’s blood will curdle)
It’s just a noisy hall, where there’s a nightly brawl
(If she’d hear her baby’s )
And all that jazz
No, I’m no one’s wife
But oh, I love my life
And all that jazz
That jazz