sorry, my stilettos just got caught on my palazzo pants

I know, that's not really a good enough excuse for the sad state of the blog lately. All I can say is... Blogs are so over! You heard it here FIRST! Always first in the news. At any rate, the honeymoon is over. The dew is off the rose, or...what's that expression again? Blogs, all blogs, just don't thrill me anymore. I've also succumbed to the sudoku craze, which is evil, but I think will wear off quite soon once I get too good at it.

This is just an apology really, not a retirement announcement! I still need "someone" /everyone to tell when I see Anderson Cooper or a woman getting caught on her fluid jersey extralong gauchos.

celeb

OMFG on my lunch hour I saw Anderson Cooper walking his dog, some sort of very classy white and auburn spaniel/setter type of thing. I would tell you where this happened except I also saw him go into his apartment building, so if I told the internet his address it could fall into the hands of the Evildoers. You could tell it was him because his coat, hair, and skin were of exceptional lustre and quality. His apartment seems nice, not a cookie-cutter highrise, with good light.