The One Where Cat Doesn’t Get Enough Sleep
September 25, 2006 · Print This Article
There is a part of me that wishes I felt as passionate about my day job as I do my dream of one day sitting opposite Jay Leno on The Tonight Show saying, “Oh, you… stop it!” and tapping his shoulder playfully, after delivering a sidesplittingly hilarious monologue about the trials and tribs of working mommyhood. Because clearly my natural acting chops and impeccable comedic timing are totally wasted on my co-workers who stare at me blankly when I interject into conversations about the environment comments like, “That’s whack. Pollution is whack. S’up with the whack pollution, s’up?” Um… because global warming isn’t funny yet? Believe me, I’ve tried. (Hoo! Thank you, Michael Scott!)
What? Me? Coherent thoughts? Today? After only four hours of sleep?
Yeah, I got nothing.
Your Nothing is usually funnier than my something.
Cat, you are so funny. I get it, you are a clever girl. I am glad you are my friend. Your witty comments make me look good at parties. And William, you are SO funny. I was at the beach with my family and one night I snuck out on the deck with my laptop. I burst out laughing and nearly woke every one up when I read about you breaking wind on the first day of school. SO funny. I am laughing right now. It never gets old.
Aww, Joey kills me. But then, so do you!