Reblogging Julia

Two weeks notice.

• That was how long it took between the “I’m done” post and a fresh picture of Our Lady of Introspection.  If her lips aren’t pursed, her mouth is wide open.  I wonder what that means.
• She cautions that although she is not restarting the blogging yet, she will, on rare occasions, post random things, and won’t be back in full force until mid or late April.  I tend to believe that she doesn’t know what that word “rare” means.
• But she has a plan!  An online version of The View! 
• When you think about it, that kind of makes sense.  A dating columnist who fails spectacularly in relationships, a stylist who thinks these are stylish, and a former finance/hedge fund analyst who hangs out with the two of them.  The question isn’t “who among them is the clueless Sherri Shepherd,” but rather ”who isn’t?”
• But hey, private jet to Pittsburgh and beyond.  Pick up your boarding passes at the Mayflower Hotel, girls.
• Megs? May I call you Megs?  I kind of like you.  I don’t think you are quite of this ilk.  Did you happen to notice that, of your Christmas gift to your frenemy, she said that although she hadn’t put it on in nearly four months, the outfit is cute, but the shoes really pull it together? Ouch. 
• And this from a girl who reignited a now deleted shitstorm between her triangled frenemy and the object of her MacAir lust?  Praying mantis, indeed.  Let the baugher beware.

Obligatory shout out to my interns tipsters, who do my the Lord’s work on a daily basis.  Also, to my editor, who I ply with booze, empty promises and high quality take out.  It takes a village and I love my neighbors.