I got sick last week. It wasn’t the kind of sick that under most circumstances would raise even half an eyebrow. At most, I would have probably missed two days of work. Of course, last week wasn’t anywhere near the 48 contiguous states of normal. But I decided to call

I will admit it, I watch Gossip Girl.  It took me a while to type that, and I cringed as I did, ashamedly. Because the truth is I really hate that show.   It’s not a guilty pleasure like The Rachel Zoe Project,  Real Housewives or eating an entire tray