The only thing I really have to say about the Emmys (snore) is that Farrah Fawcett looks crazy. I had to pause the TV and then get up really close to check her out. Something ain’t right. Plastic surgery gone wrong. Plus, she was all wiggly and squirmy and self conscious. While I was 5 inches from the screen, I also checked out Jaclyn Smith, who looks amazing. Kate Jackson looks pretty much the exact same but that’s not saying much because no one wanted to look like her when she was young anyway. I remember playing Charlie’s Angels when I was little and NO ONE wanted to be Sabrina.

I am in love with this Chloe bag but I just can’t fathom paying $1275 for a purse. I keep vacillating between “I love it! It’s classic! I want it!” and “It’s just a fucking purse. I can’t spend that much.” Hm. Much to think about. Oh and I want it in black. As you can imagine, at the first mention of it, Peter promptly had a heart attack.

Hadley and I started Stuart Little a few days ago and she’s loving it. We read a chapter or two each night and then talk about it. I’m elated my little 4 year old is devouring chapter books and delight myself imagining her little vocabulary expanding. She demonstrated the expansion tonight when she said “That freaking cat…always catching mice.”

Freaking?

Shit. This is my fault. Note to self: stop saying inappropriate things around children.

She also insisted on writing a note for Peter, who is out with the boys tonight. After I informed her that he will be home tomorrow and Friday on vacation days, this is what she wrote:

Peter,

CONGRATULATIONS

I miss you. love, Hadley

I had to tell her how to spell all of this, of course, and when I asked her why “congratulations” she said “Congratulations for getting to stay home from work.” I thought that was so funny. I didn’t address the need to call him Peter instead of “Daddy”. I will assume it was to be professional as she was printing very carefully, kept erasing everything (new pencils) and then standing back to admire her work.

I’m meeting with a trainer tomorrow to set up some sort of fitness regime. I don’t want to be Madame Muscles. I just need someplace to start and I want to chat with this trainer who has experience with chronic fatigue, fibro and lupus people. I want to be strong and healthy. That’s it. We’ll see. I went to work out today and it was delightful. I listened to the soundtrack from The Last Kiss, Zach Braff’s new movie (he did Garden State) and this soundtrack rules too. Zach Braff is like my secret emo boyfriend. We have been together since Scrubs started.

Project Runway time. My television calls….