Let me explain the difference between my week and my husband’s week.
Rick went to Los Angeles. He flew on a plane with Chelsea Handler. He texted his wife… “Chelsea Handler is on my flight!”
His wife texted back, “I love her!! You should make out with her.”
He texted back, “No, I’m not doing that.” (Which is really ridiculous because he should be open to new opportunities. And no, I did not encourage him because some day I could be on a plane with Bradley Cooper and I’d like the option myself. Well, sort of.)
So I told him to at least take a photo of her in the airport. This is it…
I think it’s safe to say that Rick is not the next Ron Galella.
After not sucking face with Chelsea Handler, he spent several days hanging out with some of his best friends, enjoying sunny LA and not taking care of four children.
Then he flew back on a plane with Jenna Elfman. (Okay, she hasn’t done all that much since Dharma & Greg, but she’s super cute and I loved her in the tragically short lived Accidentally On Purpose.)
MEANWHILE, back in New York…
His wife has been taking care of four children plus a fish during winter vacation.
Obviously, the fish is the most rigorous.
The fish is staying with us while his family vacations in Mexico. His name is Superman Rocket. Which is a little pretentious. Of course, I named my twins Chase Aspen and Harlowe Rain so maybe I’m not one to judge fish names.
Now that I think about it, his name might be Spiderman Rocket. It’s too confusing. Fish should just be named Sushi.
Superman/Spiderman Rocket kind of bums me out because he looks so bored in that bowl. I thought it would be fun if we bought him a friend – like another fish. Or even better, like a rabbit. Wouldn’t that be the BEST surprise when his family gets back?! A fish AND a rabbit to take home.
I did not see any celebrities this week. Not one. I would have been satisfied with one of the Project Runway All Stars which let’s admit are not all stars.
But on the upside of my week, none of the kids has yet to kill the fish.