Dusty Springfield interrupts

Uh, hullo, it's me, Margo's real favorite diva, Dusty Springfield. I know she talks a lot about Bette Davis, but that's because she's trying to psychoanalyze herself on the cheap via an endless recitation of her strange childhood obsessions. But I'm who she really thinks about/longs for/rhapsodizes endlessly about.

You probably shouldn't read anything into the fact that I look almost exactly like her earliest childhood memories of her mother preparing to go out for the evening circa 1972.

Anyway, it's my birthday. Happy Birthday to me.