And while I was flipping through the five magazines in my little change cubicle, all of which featured Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie on the cover (is there honestly nobody else in the entire world that is worthy of gracing a magazine cover anymore?), I heard the woman in the cube next to me flag someone down and ask if she could go, as she had been waiting for the signal for a long time. Obviously somebody else was the victim this year. heh.
I was very pleased to be told that, instead of wearing a paper gown that would be turfed into the garbage after 3 seconds of use, I could simply put my own top back on after removing my bra. Finally, somebody clued in to the insanity and wastefulness of those paper gowns. Right chuffed I was about this development.
Almost as chuffed as I am about the fact that in seven little days, Thom and Jonny and Ed and Colin and Phil will be playing music just for me! I am quite certain that they will not play Let Down, and I am actually quite relieved about this, because if they did, I swear I would plotz. Seriously, there would be a loud explosion, followed by bits of zombie flesh flying in all directions and then hanging off of everything. Nasty, nasty situation.
Are you excited about anything today?
I'm also excited that my gorgeous niece has set the date for her wedding next summer and we will get to meet her puppy. Isn't he adorable? You can all but smell the puppy breath in this picture.