I always feel a little guilty when little 5 foot 5 flip-flop wearing me is sitting in the Exit Row and the 6 foot plus man or the old man in his business suit walks by. Don't get me wrong, I always try my hardest to get the seat, but for some weird reason I always feel a little odd too. Yesterday I felt even more odd. I always "treat" myself to a trashy magazine at the airport; it's just what I do. But yesterday when I went to pick up my US Weekly, my hand made a slight detour and picked up the even trashier, low-end OK!. I'll show you why:
I judged a magazine by its cover. I, pathetically, couldn't resist. So there I was drooling over Robert as the tall, old man walks by and laughs. Yes, he laughed. So did I.
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Please tell me you just flew to Utah . . . please!
I am curious..what can't Rob make his mind up about?
so the question is, did she?
p.s. love that you got laughed at for it. at least they didn't ask you if you are old enough to sit there.
see..i wanna read about spencer and heidi. personally. love you! and freaking come home! i'm bored.
Where were you going? Did you go to NY a weekend early? Or were you going to DC?
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