I'm very self-conscious having my picture taken, so I clown around. My driver's license photo looks like a blonde Elvis.
I squirrel away sealed greeting cards that people give me so I can open them later when I'm having a bad day.
It's a reality that in this business there's an expectation of being thin. But having a baby is a reality too, and it's more important for me to make milk than to fit into those tiny pants. So that's just going to have to wait.
In college, I was a weather anchor for the local news. I would 'borrow' my forecast from The Weather Channel.
To say that I am organized is an understatement, but my car tells a different story.