Is my favorite part of the day. Not only because of the 17-snack meal I throw in a grocery bag 3 minutes after I'm supposed to be out the door, but because for a whole hour I'm no one's slave but Cosmo's. Or Elle's. (Or Oprah's)
I hardly have time to match my left shoe to my right these days. All you need to know is that this song and a daily supply of my body-weight in Coke Zero is what preserves the negligible ounce of sanity still left around here.
somewhere.
