Last Thursday I was invited by Coca-Cola to attend Coke Family Night at the American Idol Finalist Party. I immediately called my sister and asked her if she would be my guest, because she is as big of an AI fan as I am.
The party was on the rooftop of The Grove in Los Angeles. When we arrived, I saw the entrance and got a little bit emotional. I have watched American Idol since the beginning. Here we were, at the party where we’d meet Ryan Seacrest and get to hang out with the contestants. I looked at my sister and said “I can’t believe we’re here! This is so awesome!” Then I said “When we get out of the car, please check my clothes to make sure I didn’t leave any tags on.”
We headed towards the entrance of the party and got our ID’s out. While the lady was checking our ID’s, a woman tapped me on the shoulder and whispered in my ear. “Sweetie, there’s a tag hanging off of your jacket.” It was an Old Navy tag for $34.99, size L. I thanked her, ripped that mother effer off and sarcastically thanked my sister for checking like I had asked. A really great way to start the night!
When we entered the tent, we were shown to the area that Coca-Cola had reserved for The Mommy Bloggers . It was kind of cool to have a special spot reserved for us, especially since there was security standing at the entrance making sure only the invited guests could enter. So V.I.P.
Let me break down the highlights of the night. Meeting Ryan Seacrest
I love Ryan Seacrest. I’ve loved him since his days as a radio personality on Star 98.7. He’s funny, he’s quick, he’s witty and he’s so pretty/handsome. You can imagine my excitement when we were told he was going to stop by to visit with us. There was just one request and that was not to ask for individual pictures with Ryan because of time issues. Of course, the minute he walked in, people were like “will you take a picture with me?!” This made me nervous because I am a Rule Follower. But Ryan didn’t seem to mind at all. He was friendly and more than happy to pose for a photo with The Ladeeez. I stood off to the side, waiting patiently with my sister. And then, it happened. I was standing face to face with Ryan Seacrest. He looked at me and said “I’m hanging with The Mommy Bloggers.” I looked into his pretty eyes and said “Would you like to hug a mommy blogger?” He laughed and then he hugged me. “Whoa.” He said. “I think I just got to second base with a Mommy blogger!”
After we basically made out with our arms and chest areas, me and my sister took a picture with him. The first picture was awful, so we asked if we could take another one. He was all “absolutely.” Because Ryan loves me so much.
My sister, my boyfriend, me. Taking a picture on the blue carpet with the finalist.
Pretty cool, yes? The coolest part though was definitely after we were finished taking the photo and some lady was all “this way! This way!” And so I went that way and all of a sudden, I was standing in front of a bunch of people with cameras and
It’s no secret that I love Conan O’Brien.
I once stood out in the pouring rain to express my love for that sexy beast of an ass-less man. (THAAAAT’S RIGHT. I SAID S-E-X-Y.)
On Sunday night, I had a chance to express my love for Conan yet again, by shelling out $70 to see him perform live at the Gibson Ampitheatre in Los Angeles.
I had no idea what to expect. A live Conan show? WHAT?
Let me just say. The show? It was incredible–worth every penny I spent on the ticket. I was going to do a recap of the night, but then things got all complicated in my marriage and I’m feeling kind of weird about life and so instead, I give you The Highlights.
Conan talking about the 8 Stages of Grief After Losing a Talk Show.
Chuck Norris Rural Policeman Handle with celebrity guests, Sarah Silverman, Seth Green, Aziz Ansari, Jack MacBrayer and Jonah Hill. Conan’s duet with Jim Carrey.
Dancing with Heather.
Hanging out with Mr. Drummond.
Conan wearing pink, leather, paisley pants.
There was more. So much more. But really all you need to know is Conan was SO good, that I only got up to go pee ONE TIME. And I had a bladder infection. I held it for Conan, you guys. And it was more than worth the pain.
You thought I was lying about Mr.Drummond.
Team COCO! (With orange gum, even!)
We love Conan long time. Or something?
Aaaand, we’re done.
One summer night in the back alley of an Improv, I met my Celebrity Crush, my “Free Pass” if you will. Jay Mohr.
I have loved Jay since he was a guest host on Live with Regis and Kelly. Until his appearance there, I only knew him as “that actor from Jerry Maguire.” I had no idea that he was a (brilliant) stand up comedian. I went to a few of his live shows after learning that he was a comic and you guys, he is HILARIOUS. I’ve never been disappointed at one of his shows.
Since that first night I met him, we’ve become friends.
When I found out he had written a new book about parenthood, I was thrilled. The stories he tells on stage about being a father are some of the funniest I’ve ever heard told. I imagine the book will be just as hilarious. I asked Jay if I could ask him a few questions to post on my blog, so that The Wonderful People Who Read My Blog could get a chance to know him a little better. Because he is incredibly kind and because he “likes me a lot” he said yes.
Confession: I needed help with the questions. Because even though I know him and we are friendly, he will always be My Celebrity Crush and well, I got all doubty-pants about my questions. “He’ll think this is a stupid question!” and “this isn’t funny enough!”
Thankfully, Metalia stepped in to help.
Me: Which job has required more of your improv talents: stand-up or parenting?
Jay: I think stand up requires more improv skills. Parenting to me is establishing STRUCTURE. If our kids wander from that structure we can tell them they are wrong. Audiences boo and tell you to fuck off. Kids don’t boo until they’re teenagers. What has been the best surprise of becoming a father, and what’s been the worst?
Jay: The best surprise of becoming a father is being able to use the womens’ restroom with a baby. There is a couch in there! Holy smokes. No wonder women go to the bathroom in pairs, there’s a place for the extra person to lay down! If there were couches in the men’s bathroom at sports bars, there would be as many guys in the bathroom as guys at the bar. Also, it seems that women clean up after themselves even when no one is looking. Fascinating. The worst surprise of becoming a father is learning that kids are ALL morning people. Poop: Totally desensitized to it at this point? Or still totally gross? Discuss.
Jay: Poop has never bothered me for whatever reason. It might stem from the fact that it has been shooting out of me three times a day for forty years. Do you remember how we first met? If so, can you tell my readers a little bit about that not. If not, I can, IN GREAT DETAIL.
Jay: I do not remember the first time we met. I do remember the times you somehow became my wingman for the mentally insane. Your readers need to know the great lengths you went to to keep me from being murdered in San Jose by a woman who took the bus from Texas to come see me. HELTER SKELTER. (me: Maybe I need to tell that story sometime. Fun times!) I am convinced that kids have a My Parents Are Doing It sense. It only took getting busted once to teach us to ALWAYS LOCK THE DOOR. Have you ever been “caught in the act”?
Jay: I have never been caught in the act. YET. I am prepared to tell my son though, that daddy was on fire and Momma was just putting it out with her bottom. Team Jill or Team Bethenny?
Jay: TEAM JILL. Bethanny is an ugly person inside. When drama always surrounds one person, eventually you have to realize that the one common denominator is THAT PERSON.
What is the ONE thing you want people to know about your new book?
Jay: ***READ THIS BOOK-FLATTEN YOUR STOMACH!****
I can’t thank Jay enough for taking the time to answer my questions. I swear, I LOVE THAT MAN. I’ve asked Jay to come back to read the comments, so be nice. (I won’t publish asshole comments, you’ve been warned.)
Jay’s new book, No Wonder My Parents Drank, will be out on May 11th, but you can pre-order it now at Amazon.
For the past 7 months, our mornings have been filled with laughter. Sometimes hysterical laughter. Because for the past 7 months, Conan O’Brien has been a part of our morning routine.
Every morning, before they eat breakfast, my boys turn the television on to watch The Tonight Show from the night before. They love Conan. I’ve always been proud of the fact that they “get” his sense of humor. They watch it without fail. I learned the hard way just how deep my boys love of The Tonight Show with Conan O’Brien runs.
I accidentally deleted the his Very First Show from the DVR.
The anger! HOW COULD I HAVE? WHAT WAS I THINKING? I RUIN EVERYTHING!
When news first broke that Conan might be leaving the Tonight Show, my boys were in disbelief. “Why would they want to get rid of Conan? They wouldn’t really do that, would they Mom?”
And every day, when they’d come home from school, they would ask if I had read any updates.
When Conan made the decision that he would not do the show if it was moved to 12:05 (a decision I totally agree with, by the way.) we all knew it was over for Conan. But my boys? They held out hope. Especially The Middle Child. He didn’t want to believe that it would really happen. He couldn’t imagine a morning without Conan and Andy.
Through all of the Drama surrounding The Tonight Show, I discovered the I’m With CoCo group on Facebook. Of course I joined it, because we’re ALL TEAM CONAN up in this house. Shortly after I joined they announced there would be a rally in support of Conan at Universal on Monday.
I told my boys about it, asked if they wanted to go.
HECK YES, they did.
The morning of the event, it was raining. Not just raining, it was pouring.
The teenager had changed his mind He didn’t want to go after all. It wasn’t so much because of the rain as it was the lure of his warm bed and texting messages to Not His Girlfriend.
“There’s a chance Conan will show up, you know.” I said.
That was all I had to say.
At 10am, the entire family loaded into The Van and headed to Target to get umbrellas, then it was off to Universal Studios to show our support for our Wonderfully Hilarious and Nerdy Conan.
When we arrived, there were two groups of people standing in the pouring rain on Lankershim. They were holding signs as passing cars honked their horns in solidarity.
Before we could join the excited, loyal Conan fans, we had to find a restroom so I didn’t pee myself. NOT THAT ANYONE WOULD HAVE NOTICED. Can you say Torrential Downpour? We found a Carls Jr near by, I ran out, jumped over Parking Lot Rivers and peed as quickly as I could because MUST JOIN FELLOW LOVERS OF CONAN. NOW!
By the time we returned from my pee break, the size of the crowd had grown substantially.
I can’t express to you how awful the rain was. It was pouring. To make matters worse, the wind was blowing hard, threatening to destroy our newly purchased umbrellas. That didn’t stop us. We crossed the street [little voice]While chanting “Conan! Conan!”[/little voice] and joined the others.
It was kind of magical.
I know some of you are thinking “Magical? REALLY?”
Or maybe you’re saying “THERE ARE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS IN THE WORLD TO SUPPORT!”
Obviously, there is heartache and REAL suffering in the world.
Standing in the rain to support a millionaire receiving millions of dollars in exchange for leaving a television show is a waste of time!
But here’s the thing. Distractions like these are good for the soul. By attending this rally, no one was saying “THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN THE WORLD!” In fact, we all recognized there were bigger, real problems in the world. The organizers of the event asked that we bring cash to donate to the Red Cross for Haiti relief.
So, while I understand why some are disgusted that people stood in the rain for A MILLIONAIRE, I don’t regret attending. It felt right to come together publicly and declare our love and support for someone who has entertained us, who has made us laugh, who gave to us THE MASTURBATING BEAR, Y’all.
The only thing that I regret is leaving too soon. (Bringing a 5 year old was a bad mistake. But she wanted to go! She loves her some “Coded” O’Brien!) After we left, there was an appearance by Conan himself and I heard it was pretty amazing. (I also heard he bought everyone pizza. He really is the best.)
We had to leave after only being there for an hour. I wasn’t ready to go, but you can only keep children in the pouring rain for so long before you start to feel like a bad parent. As we crossed the street and headed back to the car in the pouring rain, I held my fist up in the air and shouted “We love Conan!” one last time.
It was awesome.
By the time we got to the car, we were soaked from head to toe.
Let me tell you, there is NOTHING fun about wet jeans. Nothing at all. But being a part of that event was worth it. It was one of the best memories I’ve ever made with my husband and children, something we will never forget and I actually feel proud to have been a part of.
I don’t feel sorry for Conan. I know he’ll be fine and that whatever he does next will be wildly successful, but come Monday morning, there will be a little less joy in this house and that is why I’m feeling so very Sad Face about this.
I hope you’re going to watch his show tonight. I imagine it’s going to be incredible.
My daughter is in love with Keith Urban.
I know. She’s only 5! She doesn’t know what love is!
She’s in the kind of love that you fall in when you’re playing house with your friends and you need a pretend husband. She’ll be playing house and she’ll be like “Okay, Mommy. Keith Urban is my husband.” And I’ll go “No! He’s MY husband.” And she’ll go “no, Mommy! He’s my husband. You’re married to Daddy!” And I’ll go “But we’re playing house! I don’t want to be married to daddy when we’re playing house! I want to be married to Keith Urban!” And she’ll get all pissed and go “Mom! I said it first! He’s my husband! GET OUT OF MY ROOM!”
You know what I’m talking about, right? We all had our Pretend Husbands when we were little girls. The Pretend Husband you’d fight your sister for. You’d be all “I AM MARRIED TO THE GOPHER YOU STUPID HEAD!” And then you’d rip her hair out. Or, maybe that was just me and MY sister.
I can remember 2 Pretend Husbands from my childhood. I’m sure I had more. But there were only 2 that I remember having ACTUAL PHYSICAL FIGHTS over.
Doc from The Love Boat and Ponch from CHiPs.
I can’t really explain Doc. I think I was in love with His Brains. But Ponch? I don’t think I HAVE to explain Ponch. He was dark. And sexy. And had Great Hair/Great Teeth. His smile made you want to “stand reaaaaally close to him” so you could have his babies. (Because THAT is how babies are made, you know. My Mom told me so. Don’t believe her? IT’S IN THE BIBLE.)
Even though I’ve grown up, my crush for Ponch has lasted all of these years. Even now, when I see him on cheesy reality shows, I feel a little tingle in my… um… “heart.” If I’m being honest, my mouth is watering right now thinking about that dark, delicious man.
There is a point to this post, I promise. In fact, let me just go ahead and get the the point now.
“The Point- in pictures”
I met my Childhood Pretend Husband, you guys. I can only hope I got close enough to be carrying his baby right about now. Fingers crossed!
(Details will be given on my review blog later today. Or tomorrow. Or by the end of this week. You know how I am.)
Last month I treated myself to a girls night out for my birthday. I went with Lena and Jodi (who does not have a blog) to see my friend Jay perform at the Improv. The night started out kind of rough. For instance, we went to the Yard House to have a drink or two before the show and the hostess was all “It’s a 45 minute wait.” So we were all “we’ll just sit at the bar.” And she was all “There aren’t any tables available at the bar, BUT! You can go to the lounge in the back. There are sofas there you can sit on.” And Lena goes “do you serve there?” And the hostess was all “Yes. We do.” So on our way there, we stop a waiter and ask him if we’re going the right way. “We’re looking for the sofas?” I say. “Yes, they’re at the VERY back.” as he points to the verrrrry back. We get there and I see a bench right next to people who are eating and turn to Lena.
“Is this it?” I ask.
“No. They said sofas. In the back.”
But I didn’t SEE any sofas. So Jodi sees a door that goes outside and says “they must be out here.” And I’m like “but, that’s an alley. I mean, HELLO? There’s a bike chained to a tree?” And Lena’s all “but they said in the very back!” So, we walk out the door, to the alley (where there is a bike chained to a tree, you guys.) And we see some wicker sofas, stacked on top of each other, WITH THE CUSHIONS STACKED ON TOP OF THE SOFAS.
We had been mislead! And humiliated!
After we finished being outraged about that, we walked to a little mexican place down the street. I wasn’t really hungry, I mostly just wanted a glass of wine. So I had a great idea. “Let’s just order appetizers and wine!”
Lena and Jodi agreed.
I chose the appetizer.
“We’ll have the spinach dip and chips.”
Lena and Jodi were a liiiiiittle bit on the “WTF” fence about spinach dip at a mexican restaurant. But they went along with it.
Until the spinach dip was served.
basically, they had put spinach in a bowl with sour cream and mixed it. It was AWFUL.
Lena tried to turn things around by talking about fun and exciting things, like “diagnosing her rash.” And I tried to get the party started by talking about things like “not getting diabetes.” Oh, and also? “googling goiters.” And my friend Jodi, who had never been out with the 2 of us together, was like “What just happened to my life here?”
We left that restaurant feeling a little… hungry? Ashamed? Ready for a good laugh?(Not at our expense?)
Jay didn’t disappoint. The show was GREAT. But the best part of his act (Besides the part where he thanked me for coming? And then MENTIONED MY BLOG? AND TOLD PEOPLE TO READ MY BLOG?) was the stuff he did about kids. He told hilarious stories about his son that were completely familiar and true to my experience with kids.
He told us he was writing a book.
A book about kids and what weird (but wonderful) creatures they are.
I tell you this because last night, he posted this on twitter:
I immediately thought of Stefanie. She once needed a title for her book, asked her readers for suggestions and they came through for her. So, I responded with the following.
(Not sure that the *wink* was entirely necessary. But, it’s in the past. I’m letting it go.)
And so, here I am, posting this on my blog, asking if you want to help Jay name his book. Leave comments here and I’ll send him the link to this post.
The elevator doors opened and I couldn’t believe who I saw standing there among the people.
No one seemed phased by him whatsoever, so maybe he wasn’t who I thought he was. Maybe he just looked a lot like him? Or something?
And so I asked him.
“Are you Jason Kidd?”
To which he replied in his deep, sexy voice.
“Yes. Yes I am.”
“Hi!” I said, as I extended my hand to shake his hand. “I’m Yvonne and I’m a huge NBA fan. As are my boys. It’s so nice to meet you.”
“Thank you.” He said.
“My boys are going to be so excited when I tell them that I met you!” I said, all Fan-Girlie like.
I don’t think he said anything in response to that, but I can’t be sure because I kind of went deaf, dumb and blind with excitement. And I seriously could not believe that no one else seemed to care in the slightest bit that they were in an elevator with Jason Kidd.
After we stepped out of the elevator, I turned to Lindsay and said something like “I can’t believe I just met Jason Kidd!”
“Why don’t you ask him to take a picture with you?” She said. Which, trust me, I had thought about asking him, but was feeling a little “chicken shit” about it. However, once she suggested it, I walked over to him and said “Jason, would you mind taking a picture with me? I don’t want to bother you if you’re busy, but if you wouldn’t mind, I’d really love a picture with you.”
He wasn’t the friendliest person on the planet, but was more than kind about stopping what he was doing so we could take a picture together.
As Lindsay was about to snap, she said “You know, she’s famous too. She’s a famous blogger!” Which made me laugh so hard because… HA HA. FAMOUS BLOGGERZ! haasdhasa. Only Lindsay would say something so absurd and hilarious to a world famous NBA basketball player.
That smile you see right there is a combination of “OHMYGOD AM STANDING NEXT TO JASON KIDD” and “HA HA AHAA LINDSAY JUST TOLD JASON KIDD I’M A FAMOUS BLOGGER!”
Look at me, with my conference pass around my neck.
Look at him. All hot and pro basketball player-y.
After we left, my mouth was watering in the way that it does when I get overly excited about things and I was telling every single person I know “Hey! I just met Jason Kidd in the elevator.”
And every single person I told was like “Who? Who is Jason Kidd? Is he a blogger?” Well, every single person except Sarah. Sarah knows what’s up. She was all “Shut the fuck up! You MET JASON KIDD?! NO WAY” or something like that. But everyone else… clueless.
Total Boner Killers, those Bloggers.
I called My Boys to tell them about it and they were both thrilled and also jealous that I had met a Real Life NBA player. Little did they know that I was about to have a little more fun in NBA Player Heaven, AKA The Elevator at The Four Seasons Hotel.
The next day as I was about rounding the corner to head to the elevator, a fine looking black man standing at the front desk caught my eye.
Was it who I thought it was? Could it really be the man who did THIS to Kobe Bryant during the NBA playoffs against the Suns?
It WAS him. And we were about to get in the same elevator.
I walked over to him just before the elevator doors opened and said “Raja Bell?” To which he answered “Yes?” The elevator doors opened and we stepped inside.
“Me and my family are huge NBA fans.”
“That’s great.” He said. He was much nicer than I expected someone who CLOTHELINES KOBE BRYANTS to be. “More specifically, we’re Laker Fans.”
He started to laugh.
“Uh Oh.” He said.
“Yeah” I said. Because I’m fucking AWESOME with the comebacks.
“Well, I’m not playing on the West Coast anymore, so we don’t have to fight.”
Now I started laughing.
“It’s all love.” I said.
It’s kind of crazy that I said something so nice to the man who talked so much shit about Kobe Bryant. And really, I should have said something like “I hope you break your ankle. OR MAYBE YOUR FACE.” But he was so kind (and HOT) and friendly (and HOT.) that I couldn’t help but be nice and maybe, possibly, fall a liiiiiiiittle bit in love with him.
I did not get a picture with him, because that was like the ONE TIME that weekend that I didn’t have my camera with me. And that is sad, because I really need you to know that I am not lying when I say that he is HOT.
When the Trading Spaces crew arrived, I was excited! Thrilled! Oh! The updates! The photos! The stories I’d have to tell!
The teenager got sick.
I got slammed with work.
I found out the designer was NOT Doug.
Aaaand I suddenly lost interest. I tried to care. I tried to be excited about it and to take pictures and to report back to The Internet, but I just got bored with it. If you’re not actually involved with the show, it’s totally boring. Also? A little annoying and disruptive to your life.
Example. I was getting ready to pick the boys up from school. I was on my way to the car carrying G’s car seat thinking that G was right behind me. She wasn’t. I turned around and saw the garage door to the house was still open. “Gabs!” I yelled “Hurry up! We have to go!” All of a sudden, I felt like the entire world was watching me. I turned to my right and ha ha ha! About 30 people, including Hot Carpenter, Paige Davis, Some Blonde Chick Designer and a Camera Dude were all staring (glaring) at me. It was like “CUT! Big Mouth woman next door just ruined the scene. Let’s take it from the top AS SOON AS SHE SHUTS HER BIG FAT MOUTH.” Of course, they didn’t actually say that, with their words. But the looks on their faces said it, man.
There were a couple of things worth mentioning.
Thing 1: The carpenter dressed up like an elf. Except, only from the waist up. There weren’t any tights involved. (Total rip off!) Anyway. Gabs wasn’t convinced he was trying to be an elf and every time we’d see him she’d be all “Mom, why does that man thinks he’s Peter Pan?”
Thing 2: The carpenter has a LOT of help. I am probably the only one who thought he really did all of the projects by himself, but alas… No. He had 3 or 4 guys at any given time doing work for him. I was genuinely shocked by this revelation. PigHunter was not. “Did you really think that one carpenter did all of that work? I knew all along he had help. He just gets all the credit for it while looking pretty for the camera.”
And that’s all I’ve got.
I know. I’m lame.
Observations from Day One of (Totally Not) My Trading Spaces Experience:
Paige Davis isn’t as friendly as I thought she would be. (She was not happy when I said hello to her. In fact, she refused to make eye contact. But, I give her a pass. I’m sure nosy neighbors are All Up In Her Snatch when she’s filming and she probably has to implement the Asshole Defense System to avoid engaging people and get work done. I totally get that, however, I can’t lie– I was a bit shocked.) That said. She is ADORABLE.
Sadly, I only got one picture of her and it was from far away and also of her back. Once again, my fear of Breaking the Law overwhelmed me and I was too chicken shit to just stand in my yard and take pictures. Instead, I stood in my garage, waited until no one was watching and snapped as fast as I could. Luckily, I’m huge so when people did look it was easy to hide the camera by holding it against my side. I honestly don’t know what I’m afraid of. Oh, wait, yes I do. I’m afraid Some Dude from production will come over and ask me to please stop taking pictures and I’ll be all “Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean any harm sir. I’M JUST A WRITER, SIR. A writer who loves taking pictures for my blog, sir.”
The Carpenter is HOT. And think I’ll set up a chair in the front yard and work from there tomorrow just so that I can watch him hit stuff with his hammer.
That’s really all I’ve got so far. I still don’t know who the designer will be. I’ll find that out sometime tomorrow morning when I’m just “watering the flowers” for the 38th time in 2 days.
So, it looks like this is finally going to happen.
I wish I could say that I had thought up some Awesome Master Plan to eff up the filming, but, meh. I just stopped being angry with Nasty McNeighbor. I figured I can’t stop her from disliking us because we’re RENTERS! I can, however, control my behavior and hating her just because she wasn’t friendly to me was a waste of energy. I don’t want to be at odds with my neighbors. I want to wave and say hello and offer to water their yard while they go out of town and all of those nice things that neighbors do for each other.
I know the chances of THAT kind of neighborly love between her and I are slim to none, but I figure I can at least wave good morning to her, even if she doesn’t wave back. That’s not to say I won’t still flip her off as she drives away from time to time, because WOULD IT KILL YOU TO WAVE BACK, LADY?
We’ve had a few conversations about the filming– I’ve gone out of my way to ask her about it and she was actually excited to talk about it, so that was nice.
I’m kind of excited about the possibility of meeting Paige Davis and OMG I HOPE DOUG IS HER DESIGNER BECAUSE I EFFING LOVE DOUG.
I plan on taking lots of pictures and you KNOW I’ll be writing about anything exciting that happens. Which, let’s hope that if anything exciting happens it involves me, Doug and a plate of chocolate covered strawberries.