I'm the one in the bakery scene with the straight blond hair. The grown up bratty kid from A League Of Their Own plays my husband. I didn't cast that part because I would have booked someone with whom I might actually want to have sex.
On another note, I'm really enjoying this Christmas because my upstairs neighbors are out of town. The McPoundersons have a circa 1970 blender, which has a V-8 engine, and wakes me up every fucking morning at 7:30. I have told them a gillion times that their kitchen is directly over my BED and that when they stomp around wearing their concrete shoes I wake UP. And seriously, who needs to run a garbage disposal before 8 AM? Are there bones and potato rinds in there screaming KILL ME; KILL ME NOW! I guess I should be grateful that after 5 years, they have finally stopped hammering and building things at 1:00 in the morning.
I'm posting this before 6 a.m. because I lost power in my living room last night when the winds blew the crap out of the Hollywood Hills. None of the breakers were down so I just flipped them all until I found the one that gave me back the living room lights. This morning my alarm clock said it was 7:21 but apparently it was only 5 a.m. I didn't lose power in the bedroom so I have no idea what happened there. And now I can't turn my stereo off because when I do, it plays a Mexican station. P.S. the stereo was not on when I lost power and I never listen to the radio. Then I lost the Internet and TV signals later last night and was forced to READ. So needless to say, I was asleep early.
On Christmas Day I did what I do each year except for the last one, when I donated goats to a Rwandan family, and I gave out money to the homeless. I wouldn't mention this if it weren't for one of my readers. He emailed me and asked me to pass out $100 for him, which I did. He is sending me a check for it in case you think I'm independently wealthy and want to email me and ask me to buy you a Marc Jacobs bag. He and I have never met in person and have only exchanged a handful of emails over the last few months. I don't want to name him here for fear he'll get asked to buy someone a Marc Jacobs bag but suffice it to say that he's a very funny blogger over at humor-blogs.com and obviously a really kind man with a big heart.
So peace on earth, good will to (wo)men is alive and well here in Hollywood.
End of chat.