Oprah’s show called today. The plot thickens.
Oprah’s peeps called me today. We are going to be screening a movie. At 6:30 a.m.
6:30 a.m.! That’s cockadoodle dark still. I think.
The guy (!) who called me said that “there will be popcorn.” I said, “Pancakes?” He said firmly, “Popcorn.”
I did ask what movie we’d be screening and he answered mysteriously, “I can’t tell you.” Turns out that a woman in my office is going to a taping as well, but on a different day. She said that Justin Timberlake is supposed to be doing an Oprah taping on the day I will be going. Apparently, though, Oprah tapes two shows a day so who knows if we will see him.
I told my mother all of this. She said, “Who is Justin Timberlake?”
We are going to be awesome Oprah audience members.
Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.