Where Oh Where Has Sunda Been?

My New Year started off with a bang. Literally!

See, I had an allergic reaction to a numbing medication in my mouth after a dental appointment.  I looked like I had been in a fight with Mike Tyson! I've never been so scared in my life... to look at myself!  A C-section was easier! I had to wear a mask when I was walking through NYC because my lips were so swollen!  Of course, when I got to LA my friends thought I had them "done!" 

Now, after a course of prednisone, the swelling is going down and I'm ready for season 3 of James and Sunda on Jewish Life Television! We had to put off production as I looked more like one of the housewives of Beverly Hills!  Trust me... I need no more fullness in my lips, nor do I need it in my hips... but that's another story.

My trip home was not uneventful.  I had to fly with a service dog. That didn't bother me as much as the fact that the dog was blind!  I understand that the woman needed the dog but the dog needed a cane! A nice Asian couple was sitting with me and they were so polite! The man didn't want to disturb me just so he could use the lavatory, but being a mother, I sensed he was "uncomfortable" and when I asked him if he'd like to use the lavatory, he replied: "Very badly!" 

Why didn't he just ask?  And why couldn't this nice couple live upstairs over me instead of my noisy neighbor who has heightened her antics to a new level?!

Speaking of her, yesterday she hit a home run.  I heard drilling and I smelled fire... so I was confused. Smoke was in the hallway upstairs and I ran to the concierge out of concern. This new desk guy is a mannequin, by the way. He tells me: "We have the fire under control and we've gotten into the apartment."

Uh, fire?! Again?????

He explains: "It's not a big deal. She was cooking and left the apartment and locked herself out so that's why they had to drill the lock to get back in."

Now people can say I'm "picking" on her, but to be honest, I'm now afraid for my life. Who in their right mind leaves food on the stove and leaves the house with no one in it?

I had a meeting here with one of the cameramen from the show at my place.  He asked me who plays the tuba upstairs. I calmly explained that the sound he hears is furniture being dragged across the marble floor...! All this time he thought that the "noisy neighbor" was just part of my act! Of course VJ readers know the real deal and I promise to keep you all tuned in if you stay tuned in to 'Hoodzpah! 

Where we tell it like it is...and like it was!  Happy New Year... it's a little late but I know you'll forgive me...just don't ask for a kiss!