Well, her hair and makeup always look good. I'm not so sure about the see-through blouse and denim lederhosen capris. Perhaps she shouldn't share with her stylist.
She better not yodel
And no, she doesn't wash her hair in Beluga caviar juice or sheep placenta. Paula is much more clever than that. I mean, she's been smart enough to fool America into thinking she's not on anything, right? Uh, right.
One of the New York dailies (think it was the Post, but I'm not sure) says that Paula's hair and makeup team operate like a paratrooper squad on a search and destroy mission. When Paula's ready for hair and makeup, she sits in her little beauty chair and sets an alarm clock. Then, allegedly because she's chock full of painkillers, she dozes off, and the race is on. The amount of time Paula allots for these tasks wasn't mentioned, but they know better than not to be done when the alarm sounds.
If Paula wakes up and finds herself not ready to meet her public, she's said to go absolutely batshit crazy, and heads start to roll. On a bad day, not a soul is left standing. Her agent, shaking his or her head sadly, ushers in the next group of replacements, and the game begins yet again.
