So, yesterday while on the elliptical machine at the gym, I was a captive audience to the Scott Baio reality show on -- I think -- VH1, and I come to this conclusion: he is a big tool. And not smart. Have you seen this guy? I don't think I've thought of him once since Happy Days was in syndication in the 80s. He looks good, I'll give him that. But. . . I'm glad I'm not married to him! His poor wife! They're pregnant, and he's such a dip! Seeing the baby's face for the first time on a super-clear ultrasound, and what he really wants to know is what an episiotomy is. Oh, and in some financial management class for expecting dads: he was absolutely floored by the cost of college! Floored. Like he's never heard of college before. But the winning moment was when his wife called him from her baby shower (he was in "Vegas Baby" where his tooly friends (including such famous actors as the big brother from The Wonder Years) were throwing him a "man shower") and all he asked her was how many things they got that he would have to assemble. Like, ugh this baby is going to be work!
Okay, that's all for Scott Baio. I was able to make myself look away, and I came up with some new ideas for the new novel. Treadmills (and ellipticals) are always good for that.
It's Valentine's Day! Happy happy! We're going out for Valentine's breakfast instead of dinner; ever since my waitressing days, I haven't enjoyed restaurants on V Day. Too much of an ordeal. Ugh, perhaps my most miserable night of waitressing EVER was a V Day. So: breakfast, then an ultrasound. Fun! Yesterday I stopped by the divine, decadent Alma Chocolate -- this is the very same chocolate shop owned by the mother of the 10-year-old boy who swooned at my feet back at Wordstock. Oh, the chocolates. Awaiting us for later are two figs, stuffed with blue cheese and dipped in dark chocolate! YUM. There were star anise chocolates, and ginger chocolates, and paprika truffles, and dark chocolate hazelnut toffee. Oh yum!
Happy day to all! (Even Scott Baio.)