The daughter morphed fairly effortlessly from beauty pageant runner-up into tobacco spitting redneck boy for a comedy troupe skit last night. I didn't even recognize her onstage for a minute or two.

It's good to be versatile - pageant girls are lovely, but rednecks get to wear comfortable shoes.

It is not easy leaving her for two weeks - but the other child is waiting to meet up in Barcelona. Got to divvy up the Quality Time between them.

NTD