It was early morning, yesterday. I was up before the dawn. (That has a strange yet familiar ring to it. Weird.) Anyway, it's true. My youngest came in to bed with me about an hour earlier than the scheduled awakening and I failed to fall back asleep. So, I was a wee bit grumpy in the shower...thinking thoughts about giving up the blogging thing and just becoming a commenter thing and wah wah wah, woe is me, blah blah blah, I am going to sit at the loser table.
And then it happened!
My bbff (best bloggy friend forever), Chief, sent me an award! How timely and sweet was that? She lifts me up when others kick me down. She's funny and real and I secretly stalk her (but she thinks it's the bbff thing - bwaa haa haa).
So without further ado, here is my lovely award:
I wanted to share some pictures with you from the Awards Night held last night.
So, here I am on the red carpet with Gerard Butler. He desperately wanted to escort me after all the nice things Chief said about me, so I threw him a bone and let him. He was very sweet and a great date, well, until he spilled his drink on me.
Here I am with my award. Notice the hideous dress I had to wear while the other one was being emergency cleaned? I look terrible!
After my acceptance speech, I went back stage for the photo opp and what-not, when Brad came over and asked if I wanted to go to the Vanity Fair party with him. I agreed but when we got there, Angelina was all up in my face and stuff, and since she is pretty psycho, I thought it wise to let her have him. Besides, that beard looks totally ridiculous with those glasses. Really Brad!
Apparently I had one or five too many razberri stoli cosmos, because when I woke up this morning, I was in Vegas, and alledgedly got, um, hitched. To Rob. Huh.
So, all's well that ends well. Don't mind the wretched photo below. I was a bit hungover this morning.
Thanks again, Chief! It was a heck of a night!! And such a nice thing on an otherwise crappy day. You are a true bbff!!