How Michelle Celebrated My Birthday

Pfeiffer sightings are pretty rare these days, so I'm always shocked to find an alert in my inbox. Seems that while I was out celebrating my birthday, the one & only was in the land of Nick, Mike, Tim & Roger attending a hockey game.


This is no way to celebrate my birthday! I don't even like hockey (though I guess her husband does). She's supposed to be reading a huge stack of scripts right now about a beautiful woman lying to herself, or a beautiful woman experiencing a tragedy, or a beautiful woman reuniting with a past flame, or a beautiful woman terrorizing someone (she likes the villain roles, lately) or a beautiful woman struggling with a teenage child. She finished work on Chéri well over a year ago. Times a wastin'.

Didn't that trip on the Oscar circuit supporting her best screen partner inspire her?
Why is she drinking Coke when Diet Coke is so much better?
How is the woman to her left able to keep her eyes on the game? Is this woman even human?
Does that man a row down know them or is he just very very free with his nuts... or chips... or popcorn or whatever that bag holds?

I am filled with (silly) questions. Answer them in the comments. Please. anything to distract me. My cat is wearing a cone of shame and is in miserable hate with me for putting it on him. Catwoman would probably not approve but it's for his own good.
Michelle Pfeiffer

You Ain't So Tough

So you're a member of the paparazzi. You tell your friends how hard it is; Britney Spears attacks you with an umbrella, David Schwimmer gives you the bird and Bjork goes ape-poopy on you at the airport. HA! That's nothing compared to the Ekberg treatment. Here's Anita in front of her villa in Rome in 1960 threatening paparazzi with ... a freaking bow and arrow!

When the paparazzi are outside my house (you wouldn't believe how often it happens) I usually just throw Coke bottles at them. Sometimes flaming sacks of dung. Depends on my mood. If I'm really annoyed, I'll call Bjork - she makes problems go away.