Happy Birthday Hannah! I will eat some cake just for you today. (Okay, for me, too. But mostly for you.)
Last night I was dead asleep when I felt my husband shaking my arm. At first, I couldn’t understand what he was trying to say, but then I made it out: “Why is the Sex and the City theme playing over and over again?” At first I thought he was still asleep, until I sat up and listened: sure enough, I could hear that familiar theme (do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do) blasting from some other part of the house. I stumbled out of bed and opened the door to see that for some reason, our new TV had spontaneously turned itself on, triggering the built-in DVD player which, you guessed it, had a SATC disc inside. God knows how long it had been going on like that, possibly for hours. Anyway, I turned it off, then crawled back into bed. So weird. Although it does perhaps explain why I was dreaming about shoes.
Speaking of dreaming–and dreams come true—I know that earlier this week I already mentioned the new (or new to us, the public) friendship between my married girl crush Lance Armstrong and just plain crush Matthew McConaughey. They’ve been hanging out, going to bars, you know, the whole thing. Now, personally, I would just DIE if I saw either of them out in public, but them together I believe would just about kill me. Or so I thought, until I saw this item yesterday. Lance and Matt is one thing, one great amazing thing. But add in Jake Gyllenhall? It’s just too much. Can you imagine driving down the road and seeing these three together? I would run right off and crash into the ocean, squealing the entire way down. Yikes! All I can do is hope that they don’t bump into Luke Perry circa 1993 or so at the gas station or something. Then I, and the world, would just have to spontaneously combust, because that is Just Too Much.
have a great weekend, everyone!