I don’t have friends in high places. I have friends in the right places.
Yesterday, Dana just so happened to place herself in the perfect eavesdropping position during a Starbucks Corporate Meeting in a Florida Starbies. Well done, Daner. Well done.
What did this fortunate circumstance get us? An inside scoop.
There’s a new sheriff in town, Starbucks lovahs.
The skinny peppermint mocha. A yummy, slimmed-down sheriff. And he can rule any town of mine.
I will probably never get pregnant. Everything I do is the antithesis of having a bun in the oven.
And on that note, probably won’t ever dye my hair brown. I just can’t rock it like you, Gina. You = rockstar. My face on your body = gremlin.
I like to eat bleu cheese, sleep on my stomach, eat raw dough/batter, inhale caffeine, eat sushi, bend to pick things up, eat fish and do forward rolls. Oh. And um, drink alcohol.
Someone else got skinny, too. Jonah Hill is suddenly a stud?
I learned from Ellen (my main news source.. whatever) that he took #2 on Cosmo’s stud-o-meter. He lost to Gerard Butler.
…eh. I’d still prefer Chace.
It was school picture day.
Just in case anyone wants one for their binder. I told Dana I’d even sign the back “bfffffffff” for her.
All training for this Sunday’s Marine Corps Marathon: DONE.
I woke up at 6:30 this morning to get my final two miles in and watched the sun rise as I bopped down the sidewalk. It was glorious. I could have skipped.
Aaand now everyone knows what I look like when I wake up in the morning.
Sidenote: my house was bought as a fixer-upper. Clearly, the bathroom has not been redone yet. Please avert your eyes from the really great paint splotch design by previous owners.