My son wanted to play with Potato Heads this morning. He kept calling himself “Baby Potato Head” and calling me “Mrs Potato Head.” I think that would have hurt less if I hadn’t become so anatomically similar to the Mrs Potato Head toy.

I’m going on the Devil Wears Prada diet (again): I won’t eat anything, and when I feel like I am going to pass out, I will have a bite of cheese.

UPDATE: it is now June 8, 2010, and I am once again on the Devil Wears Prada diet.