Conversational highlights of the day include my mother telling me that it doesn’t matter if some people think that the boy I have a crush on looks like a potato because I look like one too, so we would match; and me asking various family members whether or not I look like Marcel Marceau because I accidentally bought foundation in Classic Ivory rather than Light Beige. (Verdict: No, Alexandra, you do not look like Marcel Marceau. Not even when you stand under the lamp. So don’t worry.)
I am also pleased to report that my choir dress from high school still fits. This would be wonderful news if the dress in question wasn’t made of yards and yards of green taffeta and styled somewhat medievally due to my late-teen-years obsession with King Arthur. As it is, if anyone ever needs to dress up as a shiny Arthurian Christmas tree, I’ve got your dress.
Spuds are kinda cute…
You would know.
I have something to tell you about that boy… something shocking. SLEEPOVER!
well now I’m really pissed that I can’t come to the sleepover! I want to know something shocking about Spud, too!!!
When you sleep with J.G. in Lalaland you will promptly forget you ever had a crush on The Potatoe.
Emily, how can you drop that and not tell me anything? I think I deserve a prompt email explaining all.
I’m arriving in Lalaland on Oscar night, so the place will be crawling with famous people for me to bed.
I’ll tell you both… all in good time. Lemme tell you, it’s not really good shocking either… kind of creepy!!!!! OMG! I know!
I’m sorry. Enjoy lalaland, and bed as many celebrities as you can.
PS: You are not shaped like a potato.
I think I might know what it is.
PS: Please explain to my mother that I am not shaped like a potato and that it is not nice of her to say that I am.