Dear Marc, sorry I haven't written in so long. There have been so many things in the way of my letter writing. First there was the trip to NYC with all its inherent treats and temptations. The beds were so comfortable I had trouble getting up at all. Tried to make it to your stores, but medieval paintings and a dead pharao got in between and stole time away. Then I met some friends who had been to see that wild bird nesting in Central Park so what little time we had left got eaten up.
Then I wanted to write you, but with 7 movies to choose between on the flight home, I couldn't make it. And then I had to fight sick children, jet lag (or as my mother confusingly calls it "jet leg"), work and the biggest obstacle of them all - Heathergate. Or should we call it Deather? Henise?
You know these people? What is the truth here?
It's blonde vs. blonde.
I don't know why I find it so intriguing. But the pictures of Denise and Richie seem so...staged. And the only one who seems to profit from that would be Heather. It's very confusing. Am also wasting letter writing time wondering when Britney's new baby is due. Also find it very interesting to see how Britney is morphing into Ashlee Simpson. How is this possible? With all my new scientific input, I'm still not able to grasp this.
Just look at Ashlee holding Brit's baby:
Ps. Forgot to ask you what element you would rather be. I was asked this question and gave the bland "oxygen" response. I figured being invisible and omnipresent on planet earth was good. But no. The clever scientist I talked to suggested I should be carbon. "Because under pressure, you'd turn into a diamond". A nice fact to ponder next time you're fretting and stressing.