it's cold.

so i may be a little bit of a wuss. i'm here in the office with tissues everywhere, a big cup of OJ, a bag bursting with ricola, and my long wool coat and knit scarf on. and i'm losing my voice. i guess i'm not a girl for the winter. i think Reznick needs to open an office in... say... Aruba? then i could sashay to work in one of my really cute minis and a pair of flip-flops, right? a girl can always dream...

i was watching 'project runway' last night. i know, i know. but don't you think that heidi klum is the most adorable girl ever? yes. yes she is. i also have a thing for stewie griffin. adorable in that pathological egomaniac kind of way.

here's a weird observation: i don't remember the last time that running was featured in a sitcom. they always do the backyard football or little league baseball or olympics at the company picnic. but what i'm saying is that there are a lot of hilarious moments with running... the ice cream mile at kehoe track? tornado touching down at the wake forest track? ben and steele in drag? wait, no, they were just drunk of their asses... but still. just get together with ANY long distance team. it's a smash hit sitcom waiting to happen. take my word for it. please.

and in the meantime, i'll jog around in my cube and warm up. put that on tv.