Yeah, that Zsa Zsa. The 94-year-old one who’s been ill for forever and who’s convinced that she’s knockin’ on heaven’s door. But hey, you know what would help with all those woes? A little bitty baby!
You might be wondering how any of this is possible, and let me relieve your curiosity by explaining that it’s possible because Zsa Zsa has a man of questionable character and mental stability for a husband. Her fella, Prince Frederic von Anhalt, is a respectable 67-year-old man who is currently in the process of doing blood work and looking for donors so that they can get to making the newest addition to their little family. The weird thing is that Zsa Zsa’s down with this – see, Zsa Zsa only has one child, 64-year-old Francesca, but ol’ Fran doesn’t use the Gabor family name, and Zsa Zsa’s sisters didn’t have any kids. The Gabor name will die with Zsa Zsa unless they get a doctor to cook up a baby for them real quick, so that’s the game plan.
This seems way weird, right? I’ve never been 94 or 67, but I feel pretty confident in saying that I don’t think I’d want to become a parent at either of those ages. Like, my grandma’s ten years younger than Zsa Zsa and it’s all she can do to take care of her crippled poodle, you know?