C'mon... I Know You Watched It Too

Yep, I watched the Paris Hilton interview on Larry King Live. I couldn't resist.

I wanted to:

1. see for myself that Larry King is actually still alive (I thought he was dead)
2. hear what kind of hard hitting questions they would throw at her
3. chuckle at her inane responses

I wasn't disappointed.

It appears Larry is indeed still alive. (Although LB commented that he could just be a puppet -- like Weekend at Bernie's -- with someone pulling on strings. )

The 'hard hitting' questions were priceless. One of which was: "What did you eat for lunch?" followed by "What did you have for dinner?" And the somewhat creepy (coming from Larry King) yet soon to be classic: "Were you strip-searched?...Is it as gross as we might think?" Now that's riveting journalism.

Ahhhh... and Paris. When asked what she would change about herself, Paris commented that she didn't like when she's nervous or shy her "voice gets really high."

But why am I tell you all this? I know you watched the interview too.

Finding the Inner Me

I’m really not a girly girl. I rarely spend much time on my hair, I only wear make-up on occasion (Does MAC’s Spirit lipstick even count as make-up?), I prefer flip flops to high heels, I wear flannels or t-shirts to bed, I don’t drink cosmos or other fruity drinks, and colour was just recently introduced into my wardrobe.

I do have a slight obsession with handbags… but that’s only a small part of what it takes to be a girly girl.

However, while surfing for a birthday present for my niece I think I found my inner girly girl side. I saw this:

The Glitter City Dollhouse...

And I said: “Me want! Me want!” It has a working elevator AND a disco ball!

So now I’m off in search of this treasured piece as it appears it is not available online. They better have one in stock in the store or I just might throw a girly girl tantrum.

Addicted to Handbags

Purse paradise.

Must have one.

Nose for Trash

I'm addicted to Lainey.

'Nuff said.

Conspiracy Theory

Is there a secret hiding place where hair elastics go? I can never seem to find any.

I bought a sleeve of 28 not less than two weeks ago. I’m now down to two on the sleeve. The other 26 have mysteriously disappeared and are nowhere to be found. And I mean nowhere.

Perhaps they go to the same place that missing socks go to. Maybe they have some sort of joint conspiracy. Yes, that’s it – an evil hair elastic / sock conspiracy…

Toilet paper, mushy peas and justifiable handbags

Recently was in the UK on business. Lovely weather. (Shocking, I know.) Lovely time. Lovely people.

However there were a few notable observations and experiences during my two week stint:

1. UK toilet paper is much thicker than its North American counterpart.
2. Mushy peas are wonderful with a little bit of allspice added. Fish and chips are optional.
3. Never, ever ask what's in black pudding. Especially after you have already consumed a mouthful or two.
4. David Beckham is just as hot on TV in England as he is in North America.
5. At work if you are going to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee/tea it is socially required that you also ask everyone in the immediate area if they would like something too. (Thankfully they post who takes what in their tea/coffee on the cupboard doors and there is usually a handy little tray beside the sink to carry it out with.)
6. Brits are just as in love with Colin Firth as I am. (And I'm slightly pissed about that...)
7. There is a difference between "whisky" and "whiskey" but I can't remember what. Perhaps that's because the conversation occurred while consuming some large quantities of whisky. (Or was it "whiskey"...)
8. Living on a house boat is not only socially acceptable, it is revered.
9. Roundabouts rule but driving on the left hand side of the road is not for the uninitiated.
10. Paying a rather large sum of money for a Mulberry bag while in England is totally justifiable.