Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Crafty Service

The good news? Nickelodeon is going to use my house.

The bad news? Not for shooting. They are using it to feed the extras in my backyard.

Once again, the house with the perfect red door on the corner was chosen for the actual shooting. I am torn between happiness at getting a little cash for doing nothing, and bitterness. Like a scorn woman, I am feeling defensive for my sweet abode. If it could talk, it would say "What about me? So I'm not in perfect shape. But I'm presentable, charming, and full of life. I'm tired of being overlooked!"

Only in L.A. could I even have this conversation with myself.

I lead a very bizarre existence.

And on that note, I shall sleep like the dead.


Teri M. said...

Damn show business. Tis a fickle mistress indeed.

K said...

If it makes you feel any better, they didn't choose my fabulous dog to be the new Old Navy mascot. Dumb people. Put my dog in front of your house, and we have a blockbuster.

Anonymous said...

And Good Housekeeping magazine (the boring rag it often is) did not choose my man as Hottest Husband for 2005 - or was it 2006? The contest deadline was last November and they never called, so I assumed he got passed over for some Baby Bjorn-wearing, 5-o'clock shadowed businessman/dad type (no offense to Rex!)

All y'all who know my man know he is FINE.

So can he come hang out in your yard with the dog?


You can see said sexy hubby at above url. And F Good Housekeeping!

Mama P said...

Your man IS fine, Kate. Did you, or did you not, meet him while drunk in a leaopard skin outfit raffling off a scooter? That amuses me to no end. Say it's true.