5000 Women = 10,000 Breasts

This weekend is Dinah Shore Weekend here in my sleepy little town. It's probably the largest lesbian event (of it's kind) anywhere. 5000 women descending on Palm Springs with nothing other than anonymous sex, pool parties and body shots on their minds. It doesn't get much better that this...

In preparation, I went shopping for a new swim suit yesterday. As most women know, there is nothing more humiliating in the entire world. If you ever want to feel incredibly fat and ugly, just go try on a few swim suits. The wrap around mirrors in those dressing rooms should be outlawed. I prefer to live in my happy little "single mirror most flattering angle" world, thank you very much. If it weren't for denial, I'd never get out of the house.

I was so depressed by the whole swim suit experience, I came home and plopped myself on the couch with a beer and flipped on the tube. Am I crazy or did I actually hear James Taylor doing a Thomas' English Muffin commercial last night? I know October Road did not meet sales expectations but c'mon JT... English Muffins?

Also caught myself watching Oxygen. I'm not usually one for chick channels. I'm more of a History Channel gal myself. But Girls Behaving Badly was friggin' hilarious. It's kind of a Candid Camera Prank show and the bit about the sperm bank had me cracking up... If you stumble across it, check it out.

Today is a new day and as my good friend Sabrina says, I'm heading out to the gym in the vain hope that I can burn off a winters worth of pizza and beer in time for tonight's kickoff party. Wish me luck.