There are so many things I could discuss here tonight but I'm going to start with last weekend.
I started watching The Rachel Zoe Project and now I just can't stop. I DIE.
Like, that show is bananas.
I may or may not have watched nine episodes last weekend. I also cleaned the house while it played on the laptop so really it was a win-win for everyone except Taylor.
(For anyone watched the first season, did you like Tay-Tay? Because I kinda loved Her Royal Moodiness.)
In other totally non-happening news, I was on-call for jury duty this week.
When most people heard this, they nodded their head sympathetically and told me such things as "you probably won't get called at all" and "at least now you won't get called for a long time."
People, I've been dying to do jury duty since I was a little nerdy elementary student. I just think it's such a cool part of our country and I would be so honored to serve.
Plus I've also watched Runaway Jury a few too many times.
In my heart, I really did want to get summoned to the City County Building but, alas, I didn't make the cut.
I never got called, the process ended today and now John Cusack will just have to make Gene Hackman squirm without me.
There is no reasonable segue into this next part so I'm just gonna put it out there.
I spent yesterday afternoon at the Statehouse for a bloggers roundtable with Indiana's Lt. Governor Becky Skillman.
(Totally not what you thought would follow Rachel Zoe and John Cusack, right?)
I got a picture to prove it.
This picture also proves that Becky Skillman has amazing hair. I don't know if your political beliefs align with hers but you can't deny that she rocks the blonde.
Other than the fab hair, she also embodies class, poise and graciousness and the rare ability to give very smart answers AND admit when she doesn't know something.
It truly was an honor to be part of her busy schedule so we could share concerns and pick her (very smart) brain for an hour.
Angie wrote a great post on her experience at the Statehouse and I just love how she captured it all.
Then I spent the evening with some blogger friends. We ate gyros and flaming cheese (WOWSA!), thrifted with the Jedi Master of Thrifting and crammed frozen yogurt into very full bellies.
I truly thought it was midnight when the night was done. Instead, it was only 9:30 p.m. when I was completely spent.
Spring chicken, I am not.
But if I could offer one recommendation? It would be to order the flaming cheese at Santorini in Fountain Square. You're welcome.