"I am a nutritional overachiever. ~Author Unknown"

Today, I...

Got a Gyros for lunch from the Greek place on the 8th floor. Thought no one goes to lunch right at 12:00 inside... wrong. I get there. I order. Think I'm in the clear and then bam, 10 men show up. Granted they are old and all into each other proving how cool they are buying each other lunch. Greek guy then asks in front of everyone if I want the "everything on it" and I say yes, but can you cut it in half? I wanted to elude people into thinking that I was petite and only going to eat half at a time. Ha! This turns into a spectacle, because Greek guy says that is not the way to eat a Yee-Rohhh. Okay great, don't cut it. So he cuts it, then explains he did his best. Blah blah blah. Stop talking, just let me run away with my tzatziki sauce filled dough bread wrapped around beef like the lady I am!

The story is really to tell you that I realized that I got back to my office, took off my navy blazer and put my hair up in a pony tail. It occured to me that I am such a beast of a person that I prepare to eat lunch much like one would get ready for a competition that takes place outside.

I mean, really.

OOOhhhhhhooooprahhh!

Dear Oprah,

You defined my afternoons in high school, I spent many an afternoon waiting for late field hockey practice sitting on my bff's couch watching you. You taught us to get up everyday and make the world a better place, to be responsible for the energy we put out in the world. Thank you for Nate Berkus. So now that you're going off the air how will I know if I make in the world if you don't ask me to be on your show? Maybe you could feature me in your magazine? Okay, thanks. That's a fair deal.

Love,
Kathryn