I’ve got no shortage of activities to keep me busy while Nate’s out of town.
My bedside table is fully stocked with good reads (Jon Krakauer’s "Where Men Win Glory" and Tina Fey’s "Bossypants"), I’ve got movies from the library (finally checked out "La Vie en Rose" and also re-rented "It’s Complicated" just for laughs), and I recently discovered all of the episodes of The History Channel’s "American Pickers" are available to watch instantly on Netflix.
But I can already feel myself slipping back down the rabbit hole of the Interwebs. Right when I had begun managing my obsession with Pinterest, along comes another too-fun, time-sucking website, this time a mock blog written from the point of view of Suri Cruise, in which she puts down other children of celebrities for their sloppy attire.
Who needs intelligent books when I’ve got satire mixed with gawking at unwanted paparazzi shots of celebrities’ kids? Surely a wicked combo. I should feel ashamed, but instead I’m sharing it with you. You’re welcome!