Last night, after having 0 glasses of wine with dinner, I fell asleep at 9pm.
And, not just dozing. Matt claims he tried to wake me up, but I refused.
I swear, it wasn't the book that I was reading. Which is very good.
This morning, Matt wakes me up just before he left the house (apparently he thought that 11 hours of solid sleep was enough for me), and told me to check out the Rachael Ray article in Esquire this month. Because he said that she sounded like me. I'm not so sure - what do all of you think?
I tried to take a picture of the article, because it's short, but the way it's laid out on the page? I couldn't get it all in one picture and keep it readable. So you have to deal with clicking on the link above, I'm sorry.
And since I didn't have a picture for you, here's my favorite piece from Chanel yesterday:
Doesn't that just make you want to have realllllllllly long legs and a fierce sternum?
(Matt also mentioned that he thought my hair's getting too long. Because it's now more than halfway down my back. How long do you think is too long?)