haley-o and i always talk about how our readers are so different. sure, there are a few overlaps, but for the most part, she has her readers and i have mine. which is great – because i love all of you guys – but surprising, since she and i fancy ourselves a lot alike. sure, she would chose Will over Colin when choosing a Farrell. and sure, she has a litter of cats and i have a litter of kids.
but we both are celebrity-obsessed, we both worked atÂ [insert company name here] (and love to shmooze about the co-workers…the hot ones, the ones who dress like they turn tricks after work, the ones we love, the ones we are sure can’t stand us), we both love starbucks, we’re short, we’re jewish, we have little monkey toddlers who do and say very similar things, we both work for urbanmoms.ca, and we both post really awful pictures of me.
if you don’t believe me, go check out her site. go on, get!
so, last night we went out to celebrate the birthday of me. see, i told you i can stretch it out… the husband and my dad had planned out this fantastic surprise that would have blown me away. they were planning to fly in and surprise me at Springrolls. i likely would have died of shock. but, they had to cancel at the last minute because my stepmom was sick in bed. boo. would have been a really great surprise, but, really, the thought was what mattered.
well, we decided to go out anyway….me and husband, Tova and Frye, Jack and Ilana (with baby Jadyn in tow…but she slept through the party) and Haley and Josh. now, Haley doesn’t like to mix friends…but everyone got along swimmingly.
and kept ordering me drinks. the waitress threw together a shot – that had now officially been dubbed “the Ali” – chocolate, butterscotch ripple, and vodka. it was to die for. i had two of ‘em.
Here’s me and miss Haley-O. Can we talk about this double chin for a moment??! must have just been the angle. or perhaps the two shots plus the chocolate martini i sucked back last night.Ã‚Â Ã‚
but i swear, i really don’t have one. see?!!
now, i must put coffee into this hungover body of mine. pronto.