Two days ago I got up at the crack of dawn:

And I ended up here:

I was on television, y’all. It was glorious. I had on winged eyeliner and everything. My interviewer, Abby, was kind and adorable and insightful and the whole experience was just lovely.

Just a typical, lovely day, really. I see you, Michelle Bogowith.

I know. I am so name-dropping now. But, that’s what you do, when you start out your day in a newsroom and you try to play it cool and the people there are all nice and chirpy. You name drop, to hold onto the moment.

I KEPT HOLDING THE MOMENT. Voila:

Thank you, Donutology in Westport. You had me at coconut glazed.

Also, this:

Anytime I have celebrity moments, I decide they are my new best friend. And so, Jenny McCarthy, we are now like *this* (crosses fingers) and you need to accept it.

We had a radio interview. She was really nice and we talked mom stuff and Donny Wahlberg. And now, I have a whole lotta new followers who have #DonnyForever as one of their tags. I’ll take it.

So, again, your basic Monday.

And then, I drove home, humming to myself and thinking about how fabulous I am.

And, I got home, grabbed my bag, and trilled at them as I walked through the door, “Hello my lovelies! Fabulous Mom is here!”

And Blonde walked past me and said, “Mom, I need fifty dollars for my cello. And my snacks are all out.”

And Red said, “Nice to see you,” like we were shaking hands before church or something.

But I did have the dog, who acted like Beyonce holding a bag of Beggin’ Strips just strutted in the door.

It’s good to be home.