It's all about Princess Me-Me! (Whose nickname was that on tour? An only child never tells.)

Well, well, it was a fine birthday if I do say so. Nice way to start off year 34. (I mean, 92.) Many song-filled phone calls, several cards, then a trip to the gym (Is 20 minutes enough? Ah, sure) before hitting the stores. Bought myself some much needed denim (that's what the cool people call "jeans" now. Which is apparently why they cost $90), some pant/skirt hybrid from The Gap (it makes my aged ass look sweet), a push-'em-up brassiere (the girls need a little nudge) and some cute shoes. I also ate a boatload of non-Weight Watchers approved crap, bemoaned the fact that Chloe won Project Runway over my beloved Daniel V. and had dinner with my man. He even let me swap desserts with him when mine kind of sucked.

And to top it all off, there's a brand new season of America's Next Top Model starting up! Screw writing - bring on the emaciated wannabees!