In my red tent there are some requirements.
1. You do not go to work when in the red tent.
2. This red tent has air conditioning.
3. There is no straw.
4. You must be able to eat 5 cookies a day to be in my tent.
5. All pants will be elastic.
6. Someone will wash my hair for me at any point in time I desire. You know, the goooood kind of wash with the head massage.
7. there will be a pedicure-ist.
8. Someone will tell me I'm pretty and hand me a glass of wine.
9. creme brulee.
10. I can online shop for whatever I want.
11. Clinton Kelly will sit around and gossip with me (ps. He's always on my side and thinks I'm freakin' fabulous.)
12. No screaming children
13. Other things I decide at any point in time will be there--because it's my red tent.
I like cookies, but I don't like cake.
6 comments:
What's you red tent?
Dude. I'm so there. Please let me join you. Though I saw no explicit mention of chocolate. Surely just an oversight.
I told Ray that if the next baby is a boy that I wanted to name him Clinton..... and this was after a marathon session of What Not to Wear. Love him.
Well put Nancy. It was clearly an oversight.
I also liked cookies but not cake UNTIL I GOT PREGNANT. Now I still like cookies (of course), but I could put away a vanilla cake with chocolate icing any day of the week. Especially if it's cake of the cupcake variety. I'm only telling this so you can be aware of the possibility should you get pregnant yourself. A whole new world of fatty sweetness might open itself up to you.
Girlfriend, I am there! Could I perhaps bring a masseuse with me?
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