my guilty pleasure (thanks Tyra)

I have a confession to make, I love America's Next Top Model. Love it. So much so that, I squeal to myself (ok, out loud) when I see it while flipping thru the TV menu. I go into a trance when it graces our living room, AMC knows at this point not to try to talk to me about anything besides what is happening on the screen, the entire world is tuned out. It's my secret vice and escape.

So, today as I layed on the couch with a 102.5 (!!!) tempurature moaning and feeling quite terrible, the heavens opened up and for many hours (marathon on Bravo), I forgot about my physical body, about physical time and space.... and entered Tyra land. Now that I am back to a normal human body tempurature, and, after hours of feeling like a ill, unpretty ghoul- being inspired by the model girls on TV- I gave myself a facial, painted my fingers and toes and even contemplated coloring my hair ( I only have a box of blonde and that doesn't satisfy me at this moment.)

And I decided that I have a great big wish for the next penny fountain....my greatest, vainest wish right now, (and it is certainly not something wholesome like world peace.)My greatest wish is to sit down in a tippity top salon (NYC, LA plane ticket included in wish) with an expert expert stylist. Someone who sees beyond what already is with me, and steps out of the box. Someone who sees the coloring of my skin and can pick the perfect color and sees the shape of my face and can snip just the right cut. Someone just like Tyra's crew.... look what they do!