No. It wasn't. It was just a lady in a red coat and black boots, with blond hair. So disappointing.
I worked out the other week. My first one in ages. I was so pumped after. Super high energy! Excited! Feeling firm and toned. Then I look down, and my stomach's still jiggly. Wonk wonk wonk.
You know what I'd love right now? A bag of money. Just kidding. Maybe a bag of green mangoes. Just kidding. A bag. With a removable chain strap, small size for when you're walking around, shopping.
Hey. Who's watching The Voice? What is up with James Massone? He's like this vortex of cuteness. What, he thinks he can just go on stage and sing, don't know why, don't know why???
Yes. Yes, he can.
You guys, I don't know how, but I got sucked into watching Monte Carlo on HBO. Right now. This guy named Luke Bracey's in it. Check him out. Catherine Tate's in it too. THIS IS NOT MY SANDWICH.
Oh no. With Spring here, we're going to see a lot more capris. Pedal pushers. Clam diggers. Calves. Ankles. Cankles.
Is there anything worse than counting down the days until your vacation starts? This morning, as I got ready for work I started daydreaming about the end of my work day.
Sometimes I just feel like blurting out: MANNEQUIN 2: ON THE MOVE.
