I've been about ten thousand times busier than usual in the past couple of months (I know, apologies for being so vague, but I don't want to count chickens, etc), so I think a new workout regimen will go a long way towards giving me some much-needed energy.
I'm helping a friend who's currently living in Cali sublet his apartment, so the other day I went over to his place to show a couple of potential renters around. Little did I know that he'd booby-trapped the place.
I have owned these ludicrously expensive Hogan sandals for almost a decade now. I splurged on them during a family vacation in Italy during college, and was feeling very cosmopolitan and swan-about-y and world-traveler-ish and thought that it'd be nice to bring home some fancy leather shoes as a souvenier of my wanderings.
OK, first, it must be said: damn, are our dogs brats when they get together. Morgan and I headed out this morning with picnic ingredients in hand, anticipating a lovely, luxurious day of strawberries and sun, and we got...madness. Utter madness. And mud.
So last night I went to the Jonas Bros premiere (not the movie, just the red carpet for interviews with RTL). It was INSANITY. Tears, hysteria, screaming...everything you'd expect.
