This weekend I go back to New York City for our second annual National Swim Suit Confidence Week, wherein, I man up and appear on television in my bathing suit.
That’s all well and good, and I wasn’t even nervous (lie. airplanes and bathing suits scare me.) until I got my media schedule, and OMG DREAM COME TRUE Y’ALL.
Some people want to be on Oprah and Ellen, and I do, too, but my total secret guilty pleasure?
I don’t know how we’re going to come out of this not being best friends.