October 4, 2007
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It’s late at night, and I’m sitting here at my desk surfing the web - catching up on my daily dose of gossip. It’s a fairly warm night for this time of year in northern NJ, so I’ve got the central air running to cool it down.
I look at the pictures of the (mostly) beautiful celebrities/wannabee’s on the screen in front of me, learning all about their recent escapades.
- For someone who claims not to be pregnant, that picture of Jenny-on-the-block totally screams BS. Ha! Just admit it already!
- I’m thrilled to see George is on the mend, and him and Brad are being snarky in the city - filming a movie. And only a stone’s throw from this little Mayberry town. Okay, maybe a little further.
Wow - that man (George) is gorgeous! In my mind, I imagine what it would be like to hang out with George. I visualize the fantasy encounter, smiling as I think about it. Ah yes, he’s quite the “handy” man.
As I’m daydreaming, I feel a strong flush of heat overtake me which abruptly yanks me back to reality.
Pass me that fan, please! That wasn’t the kind of hot flash I wanted.
As I stick my head in the freezer to cool off, I mutter to myself, “Damn this peri-menopause.”
Totally ruined that daydream.
P.S. The shirt my friend, Jenn, is wearing was designed by George Clooney - For more information, go to Get Hands On.
~dKaye
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