The better to scratch the shit out of me and my furniture
They're both fine, and now I'm eating the diet I prepared for them: boiled chicken, white rice, and unsalted chicken broth. Delish. I don't really feel too much like eating anyway, so worried am I that I'll anger the unpredictably testy bowel gods.
One thing I have been able to do, in addition to laying quietly on the couch and thinking intestinally calming thoughts, is read trashy celeb mags. Today I caught up on OK! and Us Weekly. Nothing earth shattering happening in either, I'm sorry to report, so I was forced to watch daytime TV and read Perez instead so I could have something to tell you, which is:
The Mills-McCartney divorce is finally over--Heather Mills is to receive $50 million, which apparently she may contest. I would've done the same thing, truly. And Halle Berry finally had her baby girl after being pregnant for like three years.
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