We meet again. What's that you say? You don't remember me? Let's refresh. I was one of the runners-up (cringe with me now at the thought of running) during last year's Oscar's contest. Do get back to your latte if that disqualifies me; there's nothing worse than cold foam.
Should I still be bff-worthy, you can bet your hair hat that you won't be disappointed with my coverage this time around. Let's face it: I'm cute (even more so now that I'm sporting a sexy baby bump), I'm witty (apparently pregnancy brain only affects dates and times) and I could use the extra cash to buy all things fuzzy, trendy and organic for my babe-to-be's new nursery.
I feel much better now; don't you?