I’m drowning in laundry (and my kids’ snotty noses), but I wanted to say a quick hello and thank you for all your well wishes for my travels! The past week was…well, I can’t accurately put it into words, but I loved every single minute of it. Dude. The Sarah James Show. Speaking at Mom 2.0. The Versace Mansion. Lunch with Samantha Bee. (Okay, so I was having lunch with two extremely lovely ladies, Catherine Connors and Alisa Volkman, and Sam joined us halfway through. So, it wasn’t like she called me up and asked me to dine with her. But still! SAMANTHA BEE. AT MY TABLE. I THINK I ACCIDENTALLY DRANK FROM HER WATER GLASS.)
Who am I?
I’m currently engaging in packing list mania for our trip to Hawaii on Friday, but I thought I would share a few photos from the week. (Thanks to those of you whose photos I, ahem, borrowed from your Twitter feed.)
The set of The Sarah James Show. (Thank you, CafeMom Studios!)
Getting ready. (The second I saw my makeup artist’s perfectly organized space, I knew we would be BFF.)
Getting ready to engage in some serious squats, pushups, and planks on camera.
A little photo bomb action from my producer, Robin Pelleck.
And speaking of Robin, she was beyond incredible. Minus the time she snuck up on me getting my legs “tanned,” since there was worry that my pale legs might blind the production crew, as well as future viewers.
And finally the piece de resistance. Let me be the first to tell you that working consecutive 12-hour days in front of the camera (and under the hot lights), can make you a little cuckoo. So cuckoo that you start conversing in fake accents and doling out your stupid human tricks to anyone who will take notice. For example, this little number.
After filming wrapped, I flew to Miami, where I hung out with old friends, met new ones, listened to fab speakers, and spoke on a panel with these fine ladies.
It was a great conference that ended with a little soiree at the Versace Mansion. Great peeps.
Great scenery. (Will you LOOK at that pool behind Kristen and I? Hello, intricately-tiled masterpiece.)
Dude, say it with me. “Seriously.”
Okay. Back to folding laundry and pretending my throat doesn’t hurt. See you next week!