I’ve never read The Secret. I understand the general premise, that you put what you want out into the universe, and by way of some sort of Oprah Hogwarts magic, it happens.
But, I’m just not very new-agey, and also, I’m insanely distractable and impatient.
I’ve been walking around all day wearing a post-it note that says “I want Michelle Obama arms,” and absolutely nothing has happened except for me eating that entire box of breadsticks.
So for me to sit here and say, oh so I helped develop this television show, pitched it, and now I need it to be picked up by a production company, and expect it to happen? Would be ridiculous.
Except that is what really happened.
Once upon a time, an actress named Keili, an author named Alice, and a professional grosser-outer named Brittany developed an absolutely hilarious travel show, that was picked up by a production company, and is being produced by Greg Grunberg who loved it so much, he’s also in the show.
Holy shit! Andy, I’m taping a show with hot Sean from Felicity!
I don’t know who that is.
Oh, boys know him as Matt from Heros/Eric from Alias.
Holy shit, this is why I married you.
So this is part of my life right now, working on a show that features funny-ass women and hot Greg Grunberg, proving adventures don’t stop when you turn thirty, or pop out kids, or your jeans get too tight to button.
We are taping the pilot in LA in January, and I’d love to have you all along for this pee-your-pants hysterical journey with me. Until then, I’ll just keep sitting here with my squishy Divine arms pinching myself.