The Neiman Marcus collection at Target opens tomorrow. Which means everything will be sold out by 8:01am. I'm thinking this will be even crazier than the Missoni line, which lasted only a couple of hours. It sucks, too - there's a lot of super cute stuff I would totally buy. I guess there's always eBay.
I was beyond excited that My Fair Lady was on last night. I used to watch the HELL out of that movie (a 2-tape set at Blockbuster!). In fact - embarrassing but true - I sang "Loverly" (complete with a sad attempt at a Cockney accent) to audition for the Entertainers, a song-and-dance group in 6th grade. Made the alternates - not too shabby. (What WAS shabby? The fact that our "uniforms" came from Units, that 80s clothing brand where skirts were tube tops were belts. Ah, 1989.)
So my dad works as the tennis director for a Ritz club in Florida - which has provided some pretty swanky discounted hotel stays in the past. But as of this Sunday, it's now a Donald Trump establishment - The Donald bought it from the Ritz. Assuming my dad will still have a job, no more discounts at the Ritz. Perhaps I could interest you in a stay at Trump Tower?
I think my DVR is smarter than me. I set it to record the "Liz and Dick" Lifetime TV movie starring Lindsay Lohan (no, I don't know why) - and it didn't. It just decided not to record it. And after reading the reviews, I'm certainly glad it didn't. Thanks, DVR, ol' buddy.
Have the first of three Thanksgiving meals today (well, three if you count actual Thanksgiving). The good news: my stomach will be nice and stretched out by Thursday. The bad news: I will be huge by December.
More good news: I could always play Santa...
Not sure what the big deal is about Hostess going under - don't Twinkies last forever? Go out, by yourself a box, and you're set for life. Done.
If this is just an urban legend and Twinkies do in fact have an expiration date, RUN. DO NOT WALK. BUY A TWINKIE WHILE YOU STILL CAN.
Last night my two least favorite teams in college basketball faced each other: Duke v. Kentucky. (Actually, I'm not a fan of Kansas either, but for the sake of this blog let's just go with it.) They both wear the same color blue (ew). They both have uber-creepy coaches. But yet the lure of competition and the greatness of college basketball drew me in and I couldn't stop watching. Love. This. Sport. Even if my MOST hated team won. Sigh.
All this Petraeus business reminded me of the time I applied to be in the CIA. Blame it on one too many episodes of Alias, but I decided being a spy (and getting to wear all those wigs!) would be about the coolest thing ever. (Of course, I totally would have ended up with a desk job, but a girl can dream...)
So I applied. And received the application packet in the mail - which of course arrived in a non-descript plain brown envelope and no return address. So secretive!! I was hooked. Somehow I made it to the (phone) interview round, but that's where my CIA dream ended. Probably for the best, since there's no way in HELL I could keep it a secret that I worked there. And they probably knew that.
Lifetime was airing a Christmas movie marathon this weekend - and since my tree was already up, I figured I would check a few out. And each time, I made it through an hour before having to give up and turn it off. Terrible. Granted, they ARE Lifetime movies. But I think it's more than that. There are simply no more good ideas surrounding holiday films. Writers should just give it up. Just thinking back on some that came out in theaters in the past few years makes me feel grinchy:
Eight Crazy Nights
Christmas with the Kranks
And yes, I have seen all of these. I guess hoping for another Elf or Christmas Vacation. But why fix it if it ain't broke?
I leave you with one more disaster of a holiday movie: Ernest Saves Christmas. Which I believe I saw in the theater. Sigh.
Election Day. It's finally (almost) over. I took this quiz yesterday - turns out I side with the Green Party (?!). Too bad they're not running this year. It also alerted me to the fact that I know very little about, well, anything. Maybe I should watch something other than the Real Housewives and the Bachelor. (As if that will ever happen.)