But What About My Free Panty?

My sister came to visit me for a few days over the long weekend. She's a college senior in Arizona, and wanted to squeeze in a visit before her busy summer started. We had a lot fun... And I managed to convince her to come to a few Bikram yoga classes with me.

She did pretty well in the classes, given that it was her first time taking hot yoga and that she was jet-lagged. On top of that, we went out drinking one night before we went the next morning. So the classes were definitely rough for us.

Despite almost passing out myself in one of the classes, I noticed the yoga pants my sister was wearing. They looked incredibly comfortable. They were black and came all the way down to her ankles. The also has a flip-down waist band; which means you never have to worry about them riding low and showing your underwear.... Which sometimes happens in yoga with all the stretching and bending forward. She was also wearing a really cool sports bra.

After class, I asked her where she had gotten them. "Victoria's Secret," she said.

I was slightly confused though. I knew "Vicki's" did lounge-y type of clothes; but yoga clothes??? What???

When we got home, she dug out of one of her magazines. She found a discount card to "Vicki's" for $10 off a "sexy sports" bra. On top of that, you get a free white cotton panty.

"How lovely!" I thought... Because really, what girl doesn't love the "gift with purchase?"

We made it over to the mall later in the weekend and found Victoria's Secret. I scooped up two pairs of black yoga pants, which were a fantastic deal at 2 fo $40. I also found a really cool sexy sports bra I wanted. (Yay! I never find sports bras I like.)

Nothing motivates me to work out like new workout clothes. (Sad, I know. But hey, at least it's something!)

So, I got my great deal on my sports bra and yoga pants thanks to my sister. However, I didn't get my free panty. They failed to put in the bag. But I'm not too bummed about it. (Wait! Is that a pun?!?) I don't wear white underwear. Only black or nude. So I wouldn't have worn the free panty anyway.

(Seriously, was that a pun?)

LOST... What the Heck?

Okay... So we found out why the plane crashed and why the button has to be pushed... And it's a theory I came across last year: Electro Magnetics.

The plane crashed because Desmond failed to push the button. So to repay and give back to the Flight 815, Desmond took his own life by making it so Locke and the rest of the crew don't have to be burdened by pushing the button.

So... that's what we learned in the finale... But here's how it ended...

When Desmond turned the key to unburden the rest of the flight, there was an explosion. We don't know what happened to Locke and Ecko, who were down in the hatch right before it was blown up.

Michael and Walt were allowed to leave the island and return to civilization after Michael delivered the four people requested: Jack, Kate, Sawyer and Hurley.

Hurley was released and told to go back to the rest of the flight 815. He was asked to tell them never to come to that side of the island.

Jack, Kate and Sawyer were all blind-folded, gagged and tied.

What the hell!!!!! This isn't fair. We NEED more information.

Though... I did pick up on the last name of Desmond's previous girlfriend... "Widmore."

That's the same last name as the characters in the accompanying book, "The Bad Twin."

It's Going to Be a Long, Mod Summer.

It's the unofficial start to summer this weekend. (Yay!!!) And when you think summer, you probably imagine bright corals, turquoise and yellows on your body. They're happy colors that typically represent the season of warmth. It's a bohemian vibe that comes with summer.

Well, things are different this summer.

It's the summer of "mod." Think black and white, with accent colors mixed in. Flipping through the June issues of the best magazines, the pages are filled with contrasting black and white fashions... The mod vibe is it this summer.

"But how," you maybe asking yourself, "can you pull off what is typically a fall style in the summer time?"

Simple... With tank tops!

I came across this tasty tank top online by local designer Gail Schneider.


It's perfect for the vibe of the season and will keep you cool and fashionable on the hottest, doggiest days of summer. The color is exactly in tune for the season, and the trim and belt buckle around the hip supports the simple nature of the mod style.

For retail locations, visit Gail's website at http://www.gschneiderdesigns.com/retail_locations.html.

LOST Season Finale.

Oh heck yeah! Tonight's the night... Two hour season finale for LOST. And I have not been this pumped for a season finale since last year's LOST finale.

So, using my Internet search skills, here is what I think is going to happen on tonight's episode:

Michael dies. I have read online that the actor who plays Michael will not be a regular cast member next year.

We find out why the plane crashed. This one isn't so much what I think... It's been written in many places online; plus JJ Abrams said at the start of the season that we would understand why the plane crashed this season.

Locke vs. Eko = Reason vs. Faith. In the past few episodes we have seen a shift in John Locke. He is no longer acting as the man of faith he has been. What I've read online indicates that tonight's episode will be a battle between faith and reason... And I think it will be best played out in the roles of Mr. Eko and John Locke.

Jack and Kate Get it On. Yeah.... This hasn't been written anywhere, but I am hoping the sexual tension between these two characters will finally be played out.

American Idol Part Three.

Okay... So both contestants kind of bit it on their final songs... Both lacked energy. Why did they stay in the same damn place on the stage throughout the performance? The songs are supposed to be about passion, but both performances lacked it.

However, Taylor still edges out Katharine by a LONG shot.

American Idol Part Two.

Yeah... Katharine McPhee sucks. Her final song... complete crap. Complete utter crap. This girl has no personality.

Please don't vote for her. She's too flat. So is her voice.

American Idol.

I haven't watched a full season of American Idol since the first season... I haven't felt any pull to the show since then. (Secret confession time: I used to vite - during the first season - by cell phone and landline simultaneously. I w a NERD!) Now, every year, I try to catch the final "battle royale" bewtween the last two contestants.

I'm watching the show right now and both Katharine and Taylor have finished their first sets... And have only one thing to write...

If Taylor Hicks doesn't win, this show is truly complete B.S.

I Love Drugs(tore.com).

Ha-ha.

People at work are on my case lately because I have accumulated a great number of boxes from Drugstore.com. Lately I have been ordering something from there every few weeks, and the boxes are labeled with "drugstore.com" on the side (in big black letters). I hate throwing away shipping boxes (especially small ones) because you never know when you might need one. So the pile next to my desk just keeps getting bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger....

And so, the comments have started. People have asked if I am trying to start my own junk yard. Some have simply asked, "what's up with all the boxes?" One person today asked flat out, "What do you keep ordering from drugstore.com?"

I answered her flat out... "Pregnancy tests and ovulation kits."

Should I be worried that it was our HR person that asked and that I answered her truthfully?

Bang! A Kick to the Groin.

My friend ACE sent this to me today. It's a self-defense video that is pretty useful, despite the cheese factor.

I feel like Sydney Bristow after watching it. I could kick anyone's ass.

Men: Food and Sex.

A co-worker of mine forwarded an amusing IM "Away" message from one of her friends. It's written from the male point-of-view and gives insight into how (some) men may operate in the brain.

A Man:
Ye see, sometimes women "Anthropomorphize" men by attributin' the female experience onto their male partners in the same way a child attributes the powers of speech onto their teddy bear. When ye see him lost in thought, he's probably just thinkin' "Hey, she's good at providing food and sex." Or "I wonder when she is going to be providing food or sex next?" Or, "I could sure use some sex right now - or perhaps some food."

We're just not that complicated. It DOES get tricky when the male tries to please the female by trying to pass AS a female and claiming to have ''feelings'' and such that are all soft and squishy. This should be seen for what it really is - and attempt to acquire either food or sex.

My friend "C-Dub" (a guy) added that men also think about money; in addition to sex and food. My other guy friend Brevitt confirmed for me last week that men are simple. "We don't pick up on things that easily. You have to tell us flat-out what's on your mind. We're not good at guessing or hints."

Makes me wonder if it can be broken down that simply for men (food, sex, money), what the hell do we women think about?

I'm afraid to even generalize and guess on that one.

The Joy of Skipping.

So, every few months, the husband and I jump back into our "gyming" ritual.... Meaning I actually accompany him to the gym on a weekend morning or weekday evening and we workout a little together. He shows me how to use the equipment properly and we help motivate each other through some ab exercises.

This weekend though, we decided to try something new at the gym... We went into an empty exercise classroom and had a skip-off. And surprisingly, my husband is way better at it!

I always figured that I would be way better at skipping than my husband. He's athletic, but he's not as light on his feet as me or as coordinated. (At least I think so... He disagrees.) But he was able to out-skip me in a heart beat!

Who knew a 6'5", 210 pound man could out-skip a 5'4" woman?

We did our "skipping" thing back and forth for about 10 minutes, trying to go a minute each at a time. It was a GREAT workout. No need for extended cardio after that! Skipping is so good for you. It works the abs, the legs, the ankles, the heart... Who knows what else!

Gyms should really offer skipping classes. I think those would be big. I know they offer skipping in boxing classes... But I think a whole half-hour of skipping in different ways would be a fun workout.

Don't you think?

A Little Extra Help Around the House.

The new perfect house-warming gift for a friend... Home Gnomes!



I came across these online and found them to be kitsch-y and fun. They're just little knick-knacks... But they're fancy; made in chrome. So they are perfect for displaying in the open.

According to popular legend, Gnomes guard treasures. So keeping them in your house to "watch" over your valuables could be one of the smartest things you do... If you are superstitious.

Do Douzo.

Back when we first began dating in New York City over five years ago, my husband and I started a weekly ritual of sorts.

Every Saturday night was (naturally) "date night." And most "date nights" we spent in the city on the east side near the U.N. eating dinner and seeing movies. The place we frequented the most was a sushi place called "Go Sushi" on Second Avenue. We liked it because we never had to wait for a table, the sushi was good and it was cheap.

Since moving to Boston two years ago, my husband and I have never been out to a sushi dinner on "date night." We just hadn't found a place that struck our fancy. Until tonight.

A few months ago, I noticed on my walk to work that a new restaurant had opened on Dartmouth near the train station... "Douzo," a sushi restaurant. So finally, my husband and I had our neighborhood sushi restaurant! And we decided tonight was the night to give a test run for dinner.

We weren't disappointed!

When we first walked up to the place, my husband noticed the valet was dressed in a fancy black suit. He worried momentarily because we were both wearing our fancy "Boston" outfits... Jeans and sweaters.

"I think I may be under-dressed," he said. "We may not be able to get in."

"What the hell?" I said. "Dude, this is Boston. This how we roll here. It's not New York."

Sure enough, I was right.

We walked into the restaurant, and though it was decorated very upscale for a sushi place... We fit right in. We proceeded to sit down and have a great dinner.

The sushi was very tasty, the wine was excellent and the atmosphere wasn't pretentious. It was comfortable and not too pricey. We will most likely go back a few times a month, as we liked it that much.

Looks like we are going back to familiar "grounds" for "date night."

The ritual lives on!

Not Worth the Viewing Pleasure.

I was so excited for to see The DaVinci Code. I really enjoyed reading the book and figured the movie would atleast be able to create some of the same suspense I got from the book.

I was wrong.

This movie was wrong.

The casting of Tom Hanks in the lead role was wrong.

Skewing the story slightly from the book was wrong.

Paying to see this movie is wrong. (Though we didn't... We saw it at a private screening.)

The most entertaining thing about my evening spent at the AMC Loews at Boston Common was making fun of my husband's co-worker for wearing expensive designer jeans.

Don't get me wrong... I think designer jeans are fine if you are the following:
*A chick.
*A high maintenance guy.

This guy claims to be neither of these. But he is a high maintenance guy who claims to be low-maintenance. So seeing him walk around in these jeans was hilarious... Though I must admit, they were very cool jeans.

If anything, calling him out on his designer jeans and seeing his reaction was worth the viewing pleasure.

But definitely not the movie. Gosh no. Not this movie.

Quiet Library Contest.

My friend C-Dub sent this to me... and quite frankly, it's pretty eff-ing brilliant. One of the funniest things I have ever seen on the Internet.

How to stay quiet in the library.

Joanie Got Robbed.

My guilty pleasure, I will admit, is American's Top Model. Yep. Joanie got robbed. Complete B.S. Danielle was breathtaking to look at... But Joanie had the whole package. View for yourelf...

Joanie



Danielle



Who, I ask you, has the better picture?

Summer "To-Do" List.

Over the past few days I have been running into the same word over and over again in the fashion stories I am reading: Anglomania.



"What the heck is that?" I thought to myself. Finally, I got around to Googling it. Turns out, Anglomania is an exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. It covers 30 years of U.K.-inspired fashion... From the punk year of 1976... to the punk year of 2006.

I definitely have to take a long weekend and go down to NYC this summer by myself and relax and hit the exhibit. Sounds like a plan!

Welcome to the Big Time.

Every job has perks of some kind. In my industry, search engine and vendor reps takes us out for dinner and get us drunk. In my husband's industry though, so many restrictions have been put in place as to what brokers can do for you. So he hasn't really seen too mant perks other than free kunches here and there in the past few years. But we hit the big time for this week. We get to go to a free, company private, screening of "The DaVinci Code" this Friday night.

Both my husband and I have read this book and really enjoyed it. But we're not expecting the movie to live up to it at all. Though I must admit, they seem to have done excellent casting for the movie. I LOVE Audrey Tatou (you must see Amelie if you haven't yet!) and who doesn't love Sir Ian McKellan?

Very much looking forward to date night with the husband.

Rain, Rain, Go the Hell Away.

This is depressing. Why do we keep having morbid day after morbid day here? The rain has got to stop! This is May... Not April. We're supposed to have flowers and sunshine and 65 degree temperatures! Not rainy day after rainy day!

I may actually pull out my goloshes tomorrow and wear them to work. Never thought I'd actually have to use them. I bought them mostly as a fashion statement... Not for a functional use!

Hanging Out in the Trenches.

I come back from a week-long vacation in the Carribean, where it was non-stop sunshine and warm temperatures... To a week of non-stop clouds and rain. And this gloomy weather is expected to stay around through this week as well.

However, despite all the puddles and the drizzles; there is a bright side.

I don't have to bother blow drying my hair straight (the humidty enhances my natural wave) and I get away with wearing jeans and my trench coat everyday... And no one thinks me unfashionable!

I bought my trench coat nearly a year ago at Burberry on Newbury. (That rhymes!) I had a little time to spare before hitting the salon for a hair appointment, and I wandered across the street into the store, Little did I know it would be a smart move to go in there on a Thursday evening before 6pm. For they were having a sale. A grand sale!

I found a fantastic double-breasted trench coat perfect for spring and summer. It was a pale blue and fit perfectly. Even more perfect was the price. Originally $900, it was marked down to $299. Too good a deal to pass up.

Makes me actually look forward to weather I can wear it in... Including rainy, foggy days.

"Anonymous" Commenting.

My rule of thumb... If you don't have the "ballz" to at least use an alias when you post, don't bother submitting the comment. I publish both positive and negative feedback; but ONLY if you identify yourself to some degree. Posting "anonymously" merely means you are weak, and are afraid I will hunt you down.

I equate "anonymous" posting to talking trash behind someone's back. (This is only acceptable if you're willing to say it to their face too; which I, 99% of the time, am willing to do.)

Additionally, I typically don't even read the "anonymous" comments emailed to me to post. I typically delete them. Today I happened to read some as I was cleaning out my mailbox. One was really, really sweet. (And I think I know who sent it.) The other one was quite bitchy. (And I have no idea who sent it.)

Bottom line, I'm a big believer in saying what you feel... Whether it is positive or negative... Constructive feedback is important.

But if you don't have the cajones to tell me who you are, you can suck it.

XOXO,
The Missus

My Dream Has Come True.

Sure... I have lots of dreams. But this is one I have been pursuing for about 6 months.

iTunes FINALLY got the one song that I have wanted forever to download.

Sisqo's "The Thong Song."



This song reminds me of when I first moved to NYC six years ago, and I was living in Brooklyn. I lived near a housing project where people would hang out in front sitting in lawn chairs and blaring a boombox of music. "The Thong Song" was played quite frequently... As was "The Real Slim Shady."

Speaking of which.... I should download that one too. Hmm...

If You Want to Run With the Big Dogs, You Got to Learn to Pee In the Tall Grass.

"Huh?" you may be thinking. I know, it's reads a little vulgar. Let me explain.

Back when I was in college and I was a resident assistant at the University of Arizona, I had a manager that used to say that to us. We were mostly grossed out by it. But what she meant was that if you want "play with the high rollers" you have to "learn how to fight the fight and play the game."

Whenever I feel a little blue or "down in the game" about work, I say this to myself.

I wanted to share that inspirational message with all of my random readers.

The Bad Twin.

So... After last week's episode of Lost I was snooping around the chatrooms and learned about this book The Bad Twin by Gary Troup. Gary Troup was a passengar on Oceanic Flight 815, the airliner from the show. Turns out this book is part of the overall storyline for the show. And when I was at Barnes and Noble yesterday, I snatched it up to read.

Can't wait to get through it. Only three more episodes of Lost in the season!!!

The Tax Man Cometh. He Taketh. And Giveth Back Cuz Certain Canadians Can't Add.

I know... Long title... You're probably like "WTF???!!!" But seriously, it was justified.

So, most people who sit near me at work know that I was bitching about the fact that my husband and I owed a LOT in taxes this year. (Talking five figures.) Not a pretty picture. But when my husband filled out the 1040s, that's what he determined we owed. Exactly five days after we mailed our completed tax forms out with checks, we noticed the "man" (i.e., "the government") had taken the money out of our account.

Flash forward a month later... My husband and I arrive back from our vacation late Friday night. We pry open our mail box and pull out the pile of mail that has accumulated. We start sifting through it to get rid of all the junk (a habit of my anal-rententiveness) and notice two envelopes from the IRS. We open them... In one is a check for three figures and in the other is a check for four figures.

"WTF?!?!?" you may be thinking... It's what we were thinking. Was there some tax refund we didn't know about?

Turns out my husband (who refuses to hire a tax attorney like I suggested.... "I work in finance for God's sake. I should be able to do them myself!") added the lines wrong and didn't take a deduction he should have on line 42.

So this is positive. We got money back. And we didn't expect it. The IRS caught the mistake and sent us the refund.

I never knew they did that kind of thing.

Good for the government!

X-Men: The Last Stand.

I am very excited for this movie, opening at the end of the month on the 26th. I am a big fan of the first two; but I have never read the comic book. Or any comic book for that matter.

Please feel free to chastize me.

The Heat is On.

No... I'm not thinking of that stupid Glen Frey song from the 1980s that I loathe... I mean literally, the heat is on. In my apartment. It's 60 degrees outside, so I'm not exactly sure why it is on this afternoon.

The Bangles.

No... Not talking about the 80s band. Talking about some sweet bracelets I got from a co-worker when she visited India last year.



I've been accessorizing with them a lot lately. The colors are very chic right now (red and blue with threads of yellow!)... And the are very soft to wear. They are completely made out of thread. Serious! They are handmade and all natural silk threads wound together to make circles.
They are an absolutely stylish accessory for the summer season. I'll probably be wearing them every week.

Vacation Perspective.

I'm finally back from my trip to the Turks and Caicos this week. (See the pretty picture I took at the beach!)

Now, it is time for me to recap the trip for all of my loyal readers (the number, which I can count on one hand).

Day One - We leave Boston. The adventure begins. I read 1.5 books in the five hours of traveling and layovering we do. We arrive in Provodenciales (Turks and Caicos) at about 2pm. By 3:15pm we are on the beach under a tree umbrella. The water is actually that aqua blue it looks like in the photos. We spray on the sunscreen and drink Mai Tais for about two hours. I then go into the guest lounge and hop on the free computers and begin IM-ing with everyone I know on AIM about how I am never coming back. (I am drunk while doing this.) We go to dinner on the resorts patio and watch the sun set. We take a walk along the beach after dinner to lighten up my drunkenness. We come back and jump in the hottub, which isn't very hot.

Day Two - Wake up at 6am. (Still on work time!!!) Watch the news and Today Show for two hours. Eat some oatmeal. Husband gets up about 8am. We are on the beach by 9:30am. We spray on the sunscreen again and lay out all morning. I fall in and out of sleep while reading "To Hell with All That: Loathing and Loving Our Inner Housewife." (I wasn't a fan of this book. More on that later.) The rest of the day is spent reading and sleeping. I think we ate lunch at some point. Dinner was filled with a few more drinks. We walked on the beach again at sunset. We tucked in early to watch "Gilmore Girls" and "Scrubs."

Day Three - Slept till 9am. Beach by 11am. Reading "The Girl's Guide to Being the Boss (Without Being a Bitch)..." and sleeping. (All this sleeping must have been the result of the lack of coffee.) We spent the afternoon lying under umbrellas on comfy lounge chairs by the pool. My husband read "Freakonomics." At dinner he gives me the "low-down" on the book. I decide I have to read it next. We tuck in early to watch "America's Next Top Model" and "Lost."

Day Four - Slept till 10am. Didn't get to the beach till about noon. We had to camp out under one of the cabanas instead of the umbrellas. We watched a married couple in their friends sift through the beach sand in front of us looking for the husband's wedding ring; which had some how managed to come off on a beach of women lying out in bikinis. My husband notices one the Canadian women a few umbrellas down is sunbathing topless, face up. I wonder how she manages to keep her nipples from getting burned. She must NOT have used the spray sunscreen. (My husband and I have switched to lotion sunscreen by this day.) We eventually move over to the pool area again. I finish reading "Freakonomics." (GREAT BOOK!) We decide to head down the beach to another resort restaurant called "Bay Bistro" for dinner. Very romantic setting. We watch the sun set. Wonderful dinner.

Day Five - We get up early and pack everything. We check out of the room and hang out in the lounge for the morning. We jump on the free shuttle the airport and begin our journey back home. I read "The Mommy Wars."

It is good to be back home. The vacation was great though. My husband and I spent a lot of time together just chilling. I'm not a "chilling" kind of person. I like to get up and do stuff, see things. But for some reason, it was easy to do this type of vacation. I learned some stuff about myself. Stuff that has helped me put a few life things in perspective... Including:

• I like beaches. Now that I live in an icebox four months a year, it's hard not to appreciate the beach.
• My husband played soccer as a child... As well as ice hockey, basketball, cricket and badminton. (He's Canadian. They do that there.) So he athletic. This bodes well for any potential children we have... As I am enthusiastic, but not athletic.
• I don't need coffee. I can actually go without it.
• Two people don't need to spend money on breakfast and lunch each day. You can survive on packs of oatmeal and Easy Mac for these meals. "Variety" at meal times is not necessary.
• Sometimes its okay to not check your work email. The work world doesn't stop when you're gone.
• It's "Roscoe P. Coltrane" not "Roscoe Pico Train." (My husband pointed this out when we got into a lengthy conversation about James Best and "The Dukes of Hazard.")

Yes. Vacationing is good. I should do it more often.

Sunblock Spray... Advise Against Using It.

I am a planner. I like to plan everything out. Especially when it comes to my vacations. I like to plan everything I am going to pack, and make detailed lists of everything I need to buy.

One of the things I had on my list was Neutrogena Fresh Cooling Body Mist Sunblock.



However, after having spent all day yesterday on the beach reading, I have now discovered that while this product seemed enticing (cooling mist... how could it not be?) it was an un-wise choice.
Why? (Oh how I wish I had the software to download my digital camera photos to this computer!)

My husband and I have the most exotic tan lines on our bodies right now. (No, I don't mean anything perverse by that!) Our arms have zebra stripes of pinkness where the spray mist slid down.

Needless to say, we have switched to lathering on the sunblock lotion.

The Debutante Divorcee.

So, about four and a half years ago (God, was it that long ago???) I was working in a charming little townhouse on the upper east side of Manhattan as a bridal consultant for a very well-known media company.

One day, I was introduced to a new bride named Lucy. She was very tall, English, blond and okay-looking. One could say she was pretty, but it was only because she was quite well put together. Lucy came from money and worked as a fashion director at a bubble-head woman's magazine in the city. When I first met Lucy, I was in awe... As I was with most of my brides... They all had such fascinating jobs and lived in a magical city where they could go and do as they pleased. And we all know the allure of being a magazine editor... You get so many incredible perks and freebies!

Anyhow, Lucy (like most of my brides) was a raving lunatic b%$@!&. (Just my opinion.) She came across as very entitled. She and other brides turned me off from the bridal industry for good. (Perhaps someday I will write about their bi-polar antics...) But the one nice thing I can say about Lucy is she has a sister (Plum) who can write wonderful novels.



I finished reading Plum Sykes' novel "The Debuntante Divorcee" yesterday on the plane ride to the Turks and Caicos. this is Plum's second novel; a follow-up to "Bergdorf Blondes."

In the past few years, whenever I read the sophmoric effort of a writer, I am usually disappointed (who can forget the utter disaster of "Citizen Girl"; the follow-up to "The Nanny Diaries"?). However, I very much enjoyed Plum's latest work. A winner all the way.

I believe the reason Plum's second novel was an enjoyable read was because she simply knows how to evolve a story. And I lived that the characters in her second novel operate in the same Manhattan world of the first novel... But they had different mind-sets. Gone were the fascinations of Chloe Jeans and finding rich boyfriends; and in came the world of working with a designer to get celebrities to wear your clothes and rich marriages. The charachters were a little older in the second novel, and clearly more mature.

I highly recommend "The Debutante Divorcee"... Especialy if you liked "Bergdorf Blondes."

Nicely done, Plum.

I'm On Vacation!

Just wanted to drop a post... We arrived yesterday at about 2pm. By 3pm we were in our bathing suits, lying on beach chairs in the sugary sand of Providenciales.

I love the Turks and Caicos. Our condo is awesome. We have a screened in patio with a partial ocean view. We are going to spend all of today on the beach reading and drinking.

I may not have brought enough books though. Before we took off from the Charlotte airport to fly here, I finished Plum Syke's "Debutante Divorcees."

I only have three books left! What will I do?

No time to stress. I'm on vacation!