Friday Night

Here is the situation: It's Friday night, and I just hit the Wal-Mart. Where I collected two frozen pizzas, a Star magazine, a People, and a toy for Little GaGa.

I'm headed home to eat my pizza, and I might just do that in bed while reading all about the sad lives of the Gosselin children and why Tony Romo broke up with Jessica Simpson.

Try to not be jealous of my fabulous life. I dare you.