Just got back from a sleepover with Oprah and Gayle- it was fantabulous! Really, you could hardly find more down to earth girls than those two, and I hope to spend a lot more time with them in the future. Needless to say, we ate a lot of popcorn, and shared some deep secrets, which naturally elicited a fountain of tears that could take the desert out of the Sahara. Oh, and since they'd just had a spat, Oprah was dishing all the dirt on Steadman. Steadman, what kind of name is that anyways?
More soon, Di. I've got to go and buy some hors d'oeuvres for a cocktail party I'm having later. The theme is unicorns in the mist.
