During my layover in London a few weeks ago, I finally bought the book “The Devil Wears Prada”. I wanted something easy to read on my 8 hour flight back to the states and I’ll admit, I’ve been wanting to buy it for some time but I have so many damn books at home that I haven’t read, I kept resisting. So many of my unread books are “chick-lit” that it kind of nauseates me. But. I finished the only book I brought with me to Marrakech and wasn’t about to rely on movies and god forbid, sleep, to keep me occupied on the long flight.
So I bought the book on sale (6 pounds!) in paperback and dove in, finishing it before we landed back in Charlotte. I ended up loving it. As soon as we got back home, I put the movie at the top of my Netflix queue and we received it yesterday in the mail.
I was about to open a pint of Ben and Jerry’s when the plot kind of sucked me in and I felt guilty about eating the ice cream.
Then I had the realization that, I think everyone who has read the book or seen the movie probably has had: Dude, I’ve so been there!
I’ve had the boss from hell. Except he was a male boss from hell. I’ll tell you all the sleazy story when I return from work. I’m going in for just a couple of hours to get a jump start on next week.
You’ll be waiting with anticipation, won’t you?