Entries from August 2008 ↓

Hunter likes older women!

How much am I hating Jarett right now? A lot.

I knew I was destined to be with the OCD everything-in-it’s-own-plastic-bag-even-the-hairdryer Chad!!! We are made for each other! For our first anniversary I won’t get him a diamond butterfly ring. Instead I’m thinking walking lessons. They’ll go something like this: “Remove stick. Shake it out. Left foot. Right foot.” And a haircut. Because that’s the kind of girlfriend I will be - spoiling him with lavish gifts and all.

By the way, if you like trashy television and you’re not watching Million Dollar Listing. You should be.

This past weekend we escaped to the Hamptons (pronounced with a breathy hhhamp-tons) with Matt and Jackie. Jackie’s cousin happens to be fancier than we can ever hope to be and owns a house out there by some very fancy people.

The house is amazing. And that’s Thom’s thumb.

But it was really all about the pool. I grew up with a pool. Everyone I grew up with had a pool. I’m a spoiled brat and from Florida - hey, we didn’t have basements but we had pools. But I had forgotten the pure joy of a large, clean all-ours bathtub.

We all took our turns communing with the alligator.

Thom asked himself “What would Don Draper do?”

 Jasper asked why Mommy and Daddy don’t have a house like this?

Room to run. A lot. That’s Jackie’s cousin’s dog, Pushkin and Donna Karan’s dog, Lily.

Heaven for Jasper.

Heaven for us - vodka strawberry smoothies. Created by the live-in chef. That’s right, you heard me.

Elizabeth, the chef, made three kinds of paella to accommodate our eating habits.

Thom and Matt’s paella had half the Atlantic Ocean in it.

Jasper and I begging Thom not to make us go home. [And I cut my hair, unlike Karen, to chin-length.]

Thanks Matt & Jackie for having us.

Apparently we’ve been making fun of a show that no longer exists. My heart breaks.

Of course, you probably didn’t even notice that our browser window reads “It’s Complicated.” Up there, Val. No, further up. There.

Actually, maybe it’s even more appropriate than we thought. We have about 7 readers. Denise had about 7 viewers…

The second best thing to being a lady of leisure (any day now!) is having a house husband. Especially a house husband who takes the pup for his grooming appointment on a perfect Tuesday afternoon and then reports back with photo evidence.

Doesn’t he look tough?

Thom cuddles up to Sophia, our next door neighbor. She can party with the best of them.

With everything going on with the convention, Barack sends me emails every day. Not in a Scarlett Johansson kind of way. I couldn’t agree more with his latest one. He is lucky to be married to her.

Friend –

Barack

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The grand experiment was only mildly successful. When I dropped off Jasper for his first day of daycare last Thursday I nearly burst into tears. Which would have been embarrassing in front of the young guy responsible for depositing the dogs in the playrooms. Then I stood in front of the store glued to the webcams for nearly 15 minutes. I thought they were going to ask me to leave.

Suffice it to say I got little accomplished at work that day since I was obsessively watching the webcams for any sign of Jasper interacting with the other little dogs. But there was my little man. Sitting in the corner. Avoiding any contact - human, animal or vegetable.

When I picked him up that evening and asked the care takers how he did what did she say? “He didn’t pick any fights.” Gee, thanks.

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