This, That and the Other

Sizzle Secret #26: I love to get mail. Email is good but old fashioned (when did it become so retro?) letters and cards really are my favorite. Yesterday, I arrived home to a hand-addressed envelope. My darling little sister had sent me mail! She is the cutest. Inside was a polaroid of her holding a dainty cupcake and underneath was written "babycakes". Attached to it was a button that says "ask me about my cupcakes". I love it! And I love her and I love cupcakes but, of course, not in equal measure. You win over baked goods every time sweet sis.

Speaking of baked goods, I will be baking my ass off tomorrow. I didn't solicit enough donations for the drag show event tomorrow night (we are in charge of concessions) so in an effort to not have slim pickings, I will be making rice krispie treats, brownies and of course, the ever-loving cupcake. This time though, I will leave off the sex words. Boo, no fun!

Speaking of "boo", yesterday my boss comes to me seeking inspiration. This happens pretty much daily. Sometimes I mind it and other times, he catches me in the right mood. We do an impromptu brainstorm, throwing phrases and words back and forth at one another until something catches. We were trying to come up with a better name for a Halloween event that we are planning. Somebody wanted to call it "Paper Faces on Parade" but all that did was inspire some of us (ahem) to run around calling it "P-Fop". Then they were calling it "Halloween Masquerade Ball" but that doesn't work either because, well, it is just such an obvious (and borrrr-ing) title. So as we are slinging ideas at each other I say, "Well, it isn't really a ball per se. I hate when I say "per se". It sounds so pretentious. *Sigh* Anyhow, it is more like a bash. Hmmm. Halloween Bash. Monster Mash. Boo Bash!" And then I started laughing hysterically and almost fell out of my chair. Almost. Boo Bash. Ha.

I think that could be categorized as a Babyfishmouth Moment. Don't you agree? Apparently, it is sweeping the nation.

Speaking of babyfishmouth,the other night Mikey and Meagan and I were watching the Gilmore Girls. Why? Because it is what we do. Dash, the crazy lovebug kitten climbs onto Meagan's lap and promptly sprawls his body across her legs. He is a very presumptuos kitty. He is wrestling with her hand and she goes to rub her nose and in the process smells her hand and says, "Oh Dash has babyfishmouth." Good spin on that old favorite Meagan. Props!

Sizzle Secret #31: I am also sometimes a bitch. My co-worker once asked me, "Has anyone ever told you that you remind them of Karen Walker?" Karen Walker, for those of you not in the know, is the pill popping drunk with the killer rack who says whatever is on her mind on Will & Grace. Case in point: "Your hair is such a disaster that even the Red Cross wouldn't give it coffee!" No one had, up until that moment, compared me with her. I am not sure if I should be flattered or miffed? I think I rather like that comparison.

Speaking of Will & Grace, did anyone catch it last night? They did a live season premiere. Live TV affords you the opportunity to slip certain no-no's by the network and censors. Alec Baldwin kissed Eric McCormick (Will) on the mouth- and it wasn't just a peck. Awesome! And Debra Messing (Grace) made a remark about George W. And it wasn't flattering. Awesome again! And Alec Baldwin later made a reference to Tom DeLay and helping him shred documents. I loved it.

But not as much as I love cupcakes.

Or my sister.