I think the only thing that could be a little more uncomfortable then meeting a co-worker (by accident of course) at the prescription counter of the local drugstore would be the pharmacist yelling out what you were there for. Great. That’s just fuckin’ great. Peachy. Needless to say, the conversation was cut short and will. Never. Be. Brought. Up. Again. Ever.

Why is it that when one needs a fix of celebrity trash, the best website is so damn slow and no pictures load? Damn, I hate that. Perez man, we need to talk. This is getting ridiculous. I need to know if Brit and Paris are still fighting with Lindsay. GAWD! I need to know!!

And Brit showin’ off her ta-tas and va-jay-ja all weekend. Ick.

What can I say, I am a gossip whore.

So a fellow blogger blogged about it. Funny, we watched the same movie this weekend, and it wasn’t even together! Hubby and I rented Click as per my begging pleading request. I loved it! I could carry on and on about how much I loved it. Very cute, with a great message.

You, Me and Dupree - not so much. I was very disappointed. I thought it was goig to be really cute and funny (I love Kate Hudson - as in someone I would love to shoot the shit with while finishing drinking a magnum bottle of wine.) but it sooooo was not. Maybe if I had a bottle (or magnum) of wine before hand it might have been.