Oh,girl,我为你高兴。I could notbelievethenewswhen I read it on Glamour.com.Am I mad that I had to find out from the press?God,no.I know I'm not always easy to reach...when your back is sore.
I just want to say: congratulations.And also,a little bit: you're welcome.Because let's face it--things were starting to get a little too comfy in this relationship.There was the constant Chinese takeout and the his and hers sweatpants.But nothing says "I don't think I have to worry aboutAngelina Jolieleaving me" like this hairstyle:
As I watched our man morph slowly intoDiane Keaton,I knew what I had to do: remind him thatyou betta workto keep this every single day.
Bam.Was I successful?They Photoshopped meonto the Statue of Liberty,so you tell me.
And whaddaya know?Not six months later,here we are.You've got a ring on your finger and I--well,I'm left thinking about all the good times we had as single gals.
Remember when we went to Miami and I borrowed your favorite black shawl thing without asking?你很生气,you didn't shave me for a month.Or that time you talked for so long at the UN that I fell asleep and you tripped when you got up?And when those two guys hit on us in London?They were so drunk,they thought I wasKate Bosworth.