So, did I ever tell you I am friends with Paul Rudd?

I KNOW, right? He’s so dreamy.   And funnnnny!!!

I think the best thing about Paul is- what?  (*lawyer clears throat*)  Excuse me, I’m trying to post here…  (*furtive whispers*)  NO, I DO, really. Well.  Kind of.  What?  (*eye roll*)  “Journalistic integrity”?  That’s a lot of syllables, and I haven’t had my coffee yet.

Sigh.  All RIGHT.

My lawyer would like me to clarify that the word, uh, “friends” might be a bit of…

Okay OKAY, you know if you keep rolling your eyes they’ll stick that way, right?  And you can’t be a good lawyer with your eyes all stuck up like that, no one would know how to make eye contact.  It would be awkward and- NO I AM NOT TRYING TO CHANGE THE SUBJECT!

I’m not friends with Paul Rudd.  My husband went to high school with him.  He remembers talking to him once in biology class.  There.

My enthusiasm for this post is waning.
So, enjoy.  And hey, did I ever tell you how I once offered a granola bar to Patton Oswalt in the airport?