And, at 63, she just keeps getting better with age. No, seriously. I mean it. Hubba hubba.
One look at her in her signature I’m-thoughtful-yet-attentive hand on chin pose and my knees go to jelly.
And throw in a cute animal and I’m all a quiver.
I loved her when she had lesbian hair.
And when she interviewed a lesbian.
I love her on a cover.
And when her head is covered.
I’d let my Diane lust lie dormant for years, because – let’s face it – I’m not up in time to catch the morning shows. But now that she will be back in the nighttime where she belongs, I can once again enjoy the way her hair falls coyly across her right eye.