I had a tragic suburban housewife moment this afternoon while watching Oprah. Firstly, it was a repeat ("Does My Butt Look Big?"). Secondly, I'd seen it before so it's bad enough that I was watching it again just so I could see the lady in the $700 pants that actually weren't that flattering.
What really freaked me out, though, was the fact that Oprah and her guest were both drinking water out of these tall glasses with straws. The same tall glasses that I own (got them at Target when I moved here). The same tall glass that sat in front of me, on my coffee table, full of water, with a straw. I know this must sound incredibly dopey and inconsequential but at that moment where Oprah's life mirrored mine, I did not feel groovy. I felt like a crazy Opraholic and what's worse is that I really do think about bisecting my butt so that it looks smaller.
For two days straight Tom and I have attempted to go see National Treasure: Book of Secrets. Is this movie about the power of positive thinking? Maybe someday we'll actually make it into the theatre but not while the teenagers of Louisville are still on their winter break. Stonybrook was crawling with them so we fled. Sorry Mr. Cage, I'm trying to support your artistic endeavors although I don't know why since frankly you kinda scare me.
I'm watching America's Next Top Model "Cycle 4 Return to the Runway." Why do these girls always refer to themselves in the third person? Who thinks that's normal?! Apparently Naima guest-starred on Veronica Mars. As a teacher. How did I miss that?
Project Runway, Law & Order (I watched a few minutes of it and let me tell you, Jeremy Sisto's a long way from Clueless) and the Iowa Caucus coming up tomorrow.
Keenyah still has crazy eyes!
Ms. P
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