Alert the press, Mr. Carson.
I AM FINALLY CAUGHT UP ON DOWNTON. Praises be to the little baby Jesus and his majesty the king! I’m sorry I’m not sorry for making awful Dowager Countess style faces at everyone in my office.
In related news: No one will do me the immeasurably small courtesy of calling me Lady Sally.
Sincerely,
Lady Sally B.
Prediction of the Year: Jon Hamm is the new George Clooney
I’m probably not the first to say it, but hear me, ladies and gays: Jon Hamm is the new George Clooney.
Like George, this man is only getting better, and better looking, with age. Scruffy or clean-shaven. Glasses or without. Tuxedo or denim. This man is every woman’s fantasy.
Nobody doesn’t like Sara Lee? Nobody doesn’t want to sex Jon Hamm.
In 10 more years, we’ll love him even more than we do now, which, for me, is hard to imagine. He’ll direct. He’ll produce. He might even start a philanthropic organization that saves millions of lives, or become the ambassador to somewhere nobody’s heard of but everyone will love. He’ll give us more dramas. He’ll give us more comedies. He’ll probably even give us a horror crime action thriller that reminds us why we hate Hollywood. But, we’ll love him just the same, like we did George during that whole tragic Quentin Tarantino thing.
Then he’ll receive critical acclaim for a series of Oscar worthy roles following a scandalous cover of Vanity Fair for which he wears practically nothing (PLEASE, GOD, ANSWER MY PRAYERS). And the fact that he’s in a non-traditional and virtually unheard of celebrity relationship - because it seems to last - with a woman who is smart, funny and beautiful? Shit. God bless him.
You show me a woman who wouldn’t sell her eggs to be with Jon Hamm, and I’ll show you how to unplug the Internet.
I love when I’m right.
Sincerely,
Sally B.
Milo Greene
1957sorry for all the tumbling today… but I have recently had an obsession with this song and needed to share it. The boys aren’t too bad to look/stare at and their harmonies are quite lovely. They’re playing a few shows with The Civil Wars, so it’s safe to say they’re on the up and up.
Exactly what she just said. Great tune.
P.S. I am keeping my fingers and toes crossed that they join TCW when they (allegedly) come back to town to play our little venue down here in the middle of nowhere. Like, 500 people kind of middle of nowhere. Like, nobody makes a sound because all they want is to hear Joy and John Paul kind of little.
Sincerely,
Sally B.
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boss This is completely outrageous! I never in my life! Sincerely, Sally B. |
I Should Not Be Reviewing Movies: I MIGHT NOT WANT TO HAVE KIDS AND I THINK I’M THE ONLY ONE
Dear, sweet Ali Ashbaker,
You are not the only one. Also, I prefer to think of us as pioneers.
Sincerely,
Sally B.
Up All Night, Season 1 episode 19
This is making real fun of Nick Sabaaan and thus it is presented without comment… except for this: PLEATED FRONT KHAKIS BAHAHAHA.
Sincerely,
Sally B.
I left a stranger a polite and professional voicemail from my office today. I used the speakerphone because a coworker and I were meeting about said stranger and the topic of said voicemail. At the end of my message, I placed the phone on the receiver and promptly began bitching about said stranger’s organization, even referring to them as idiots at one point, as I do most strangers. Several minutes later, as I continued to whine with the coworker who was still in my office, there was a familiar “Please hang up or…” and I didn’t hear the rest because at that moment I realized that the voicemail was not over. When I thought I had hung up the phone minutes earlier, it did not end the call. All of my ranting was captured by said stranger’s voicemail. She probably heard me say that said topic was a waste of my time… I’d be willing bet that she heard me loudly grumble about her lack of availability… And she definitely heard me say that her organization is full of idiots. There’s no escaping this one.
Revelation: I hate speakerphone and do not know how to use it.
Sincerely,
Sally B.
Movie clips from my life, Part I
If you’ve been reading this blog for any length of time then you know that I work with crazy people. I love them, but they are all certifiable. There is no seconds-long explanation of what I deal with on a daily basis more accurate than this. Minus the British accent, sexy man hair, see-through tops and ultimate resignation occurring in this scene from Bridget Jones’s Diary, this could be me and the boss on any given day. And twice on Thursday.
Relish in it’s vivid accuracy as I do.
Sincerely,
Sally B.
we just released the first dates! Did you see? wooooo! Go getchur tix!
More to be announced soon… don’t you fret west coast ;]
Do what she says… and do it now.
Sincerely,
Sally B.
We got some GREAT news this week. Like, the best kind you can get. Ever. I can’t be any more specific than that, but I want you all to celebrate in my family’s honor. If drinking champagne is your thing to celebrate (because we all know it’s my thing, except when I’m crazy), then do that. If you like to dance in your underwear to celebrate, do that. If going for a run is your thing, do that. If eating an entire box of Oreos is how you swing a celebration, then do the damn thing.
Do whatever it is you do to celebrate, and think of us while you do it. We know you will, and that’s all the support we could ask for.
Sincerely,
Sally B.
5/22/12
1. Queen of California
2. The Age of Worry
3. Shadow Days
4. Speak for Me
5. Something Like Olivia
6. Born and Raised
7. If I Ever Get Around To Living
8. Love is a Verb
9. Walt Grace’s Submarine Test, January 1967
10. Whisky, Whisky, Whisky
11. A Face To Call Home
12. Born and Raised (Reprise)
Johnny-come-lately he isn’t
I heard “Shadow Days” on my favorite XM channel yesterday afternoon. Welcome back, sir. You’ve been missed.
Sincerely,
Sally B.
