I don't know how I ended up back here, but I can tell you one thing...it's hell.
Wait...Whaaaatttt? There's a fake baby somewhere? You've gotta be kidding me. Well, there's a real one in there too. That's got to count for something.
So here's the thing. Fakebradley and I have been a little stressed. There's all this commotion about his new movie, American Sniper. And as it turns out, trying to get a book published is a lot of work. On top of that, we're not entirely sure Ed's going to like his birthday present. It would be really awful if not for our love of yoga. Fakebradley can seriously rock a backbend. And me? I'm just ommmmming away.
It's snowing again. I don't want a repeat of last time. A. I don't have decent mittens. B. It's cold. C. Fakebradley is made of cardboard. Wish me luck. And stay warm!
Guys...this was so awesome...(in case you were one of the lucky few to escape my incessant tweets/posts/shares, I was on 'The Daily Share' on Headline News on Friday and it was AH-mazing) and I've barely had the chance to thank friends—new and old—for your incredible support! I would have been sending individual thank you messages all day, but in this house, really big and amazing things (like appearing repeatedly on national television with funny man Chris DeLuca) only happen on days when my kids are off of school. (When this account went viral in July, it was three days into summer vacation and I was playing Barbies with my daughter when Good Morning America called?!). And so, I'm late. And it's too little. And I will never be able to thank you like I should but here is my attempt....THANK you!!!! And, in case it wasn't clear before...there's a book involved in all of this! So stay tuned!
Even when you're being nominated for an Oscar, you sometimes still need your shower cap. (Congratulations, #realbradley!)
Big, HUGE thanks to all the participants and voters of the 'Who's Your Fake Friend? Contest'! I will be in touch with all of you this week!!!
So. There was an absolutely terrifying paper shredding demonstration at Staples. What was equally terrifying was that immediately afterwards, I attempted to try on faux leather leggings. Disastrous night all around.
There's a reason they say grown men act like children. Here I am, desperately trying to sleep, and I'm under attack. Kids tickling, pushing, and whacking me with pillows. And #fakebradley? What does he do? He just gets right in the middle of it all and doesn't do a thing. #ihavethreechildren