L.C. at W.F.
First off, thank you all for your very encouraging words regarding my last post. I’m so glad you think I have a snowball’s chance in hell of being a published author! Your comments mean so much and I will be reading them over and over as I take on the daunting task of writing a book and a book proposal.
And speaking of daunting, I was desperate for a way to entertain Maya yesterday as Ali was at another “work” dinner. Funny how many “work” dinners he’s had recently. And wouldn’t you know it? He has another one tonight. Things seem a bit shady if you ask me but I’m too tired to investigate further.
Anyway, I was completely out of energy and ideas yesterday. So after picking Maya up from school we headed over to Whole Foods for a little inspiration and some puff pastry. Why puff pastry? No reason really, it just seemed like a puff pastry kind of day.
While Maya and I hunted down empty carbs we ran into Lauren Conrad for the third time in a month. If you are in the Los Angeles area and are trying to catch a glimpse of her, keep a look out for a very pretty blond wearing sunglasses in the store as a “disguise.”
She’s a clever one alright.
Just FYI, Lauren also drives a black Mercedes and is apparently above stopping at these crazy things called stop signs. All I can say is that my brother’s “no cops, no stops” mantra took on a new meaning as I drove home behind her yesterday.
Back to the puff pastry. Well, there isn’t much to say other than it was a miserable disaster. Not unlike The Hills after Lauren left.
The only difference is that unlike MTV producers, I know when to cut my losses.
Yes, much to Maya’s dismay I chucked this whole mess into the trash. Not very Ramadan-like behavior, but neither were the 4-letter words that accidentally slipped off my tongue.
I think it is interesting that I can simultaneously manage 3 production budgets but I can’t work with puff pastry. God works in mysterious ways.