Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Because I Can't Leave My Upstairs

We are doing some flooring installation (okay, I'm not, but the Empire Today guys are) so I am sequestered upstairs. At least my crabby daughter is napping. (It's tough when you start the day at 5:30am.)

On various breaks from my newsletter editing, there were these:

Hollywood story #1 -- Creepy.
Hollywood story (and I use the term "story" quite loosely) #2 -- Hilarious.

(Who knew you could survive all day on a granola bar and chocolate, along with a heaven-sent latte from a friend who knows what you need? Thanks, Kel!)

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Hung Over

He won Top Chef. Oh, the humanity!

I am convinced his foams and powders were a direct result of his rapport with Marceau (a/k/a Elias Big Boy).