I am absolutely guilty of being a total hypocrite. Yes, you heard it first here. Yesterday as I was out early walking my dog through the streets of Beverly Hills you will never guess who I bumped into: Bethenny Frankel my absolute and total best friend in my head. I’ve been having a twitter relationship with BF (Bethenny Frankel or my Best Friend, whatever you want to use) ever since I read her book “A Place of Yes”. I even went to the taping of her pilot produced by Ellen (I have some connections in LA) and I even went so far as to give her hubby Jason a card to her from me. Of course she is yet to retweet any of my tweets or even acknowledge my existence but I just love her rise to success and the grace with which she has done it.
So there I was, not exactly looking my best. It was early morning, I was walking my dog, I’ve put on a few pounds, my skin is the worst it’s been in years AND I was makeup free, I was in tracky daks (work out pants), a big baggy jumper (sweatshirt) with a rats nest of knots in my hair I had an appointment to get rid of the next day and there she was, looking fresh, breezy, beautiful, skinny and oh so Bethenny!…






