Why Kelsey, you look so... so... so not like you're having a girls night but still eating chocolate as if you were.

And first of all, I have ne'er a waist (waste!) to be seen for sashes. And secondly, Project Runway didn't tape so I'm getting sloppy-sad drunk on Brandi Carlile music and dark chocolate eggs. And last of all, when is somebody in this family going to marry into airline hook-ups.

And finally this is all I have to contribute:

 

  Which makes me feel better about both the waist-less and the girl-less evening.