Dear Jamie Oliver:
To whom are you giving that thumbs-up? Is it to the crew at the Harry Potter premiere, because you were helping them set up the carpet and the lights and you're letting them know it's all working properly? Is it to your auto mechanic, who got sick and couldn't fix your alternator and so he called you and talked you through it? Is it for your milliner, who spent two weeks trying to find you a lid that would as closely as possible match the hues of your denim? Or is it because you're catering the event and someone just took one look at you and went, "Sweet Jesus, Jamie, did you even WASH YOUR HANDS?" and you had to check with your wife and she wrinkled her nose and said, "I THINK so..." and so you decided to give 'em the all-clear sign just to cover your ass?
Because I KNOW you are not looking in a mirror and giving yourself that stamp of approval. You CAN'T BE. BECAUSE YOU HAVE EYES.
Love,
Heather
To whom are you giving that thumbs-up? Is it to the crew at the Harry Potter premiere, because you were helping them set up the carpet and the lights and you're letting them know it's all working properly? Is it to your auto mechanic, who got sick and couldn't fix your alternator and so he called you and talked you through it? Is it for your milliner, who spent two weeks trying to find you a lid that would as closely as possible match the hues of your denim? Or is it because you're catering the event and someone just took one look at you and went, "Sweet Jesus, Jamie, did you even WASH YOUR HANDS?" and you had to check with your wife and she wrinkled her nose and said, "I THINK so..." and so you decided to give 'em the all-clear sign just to cover your ass?
Because I KNOW you are not looking in a mirror and giving yourself that stamp of approval. You CAN'T BE. BECAUSE YOU HAVE EYES.
Love,
Heather
