just can't keep a secret. I was on the subway today, peering over someone's shoulder at the cover of Details magazine, where my boy Jake Gyllenhaal is peering at me. On the cover of the magazine it says something like "Jake Gyllenhaal, trying to deny that he's in love." Isn't that just the cutest thing? We've tried so hard to keep it under wraps, but you heard it here first, folks. Jake and I are in love. No matter that he's 10 years my junior. "It's like an Ashton/Demi thing," says Jake. He's so wise for his age. Sigh.
Ah yes, back to reality. Now, where was I? Thanksgiving.
Well, although Jake and I are, in reality, not all schmoopy in love, I do in fact have many other things for which to be thankful this year: easy Thanksgiving Eve travel (despite last minute changes in plans), waking up to snow flurries on Thanksgiving day, two kinds of cranberry sauce, pumpkin cheesecake, reuniting with long-lost camp friends, family trips to the gym, lobster rolls with lots of butter (and no mayo), barbecue, Lucy, turkey hash, dim sum, naps, Rent, and a homemade turkey pot pie in the freezer. Thanks to all for a great weekend.