The following is a real conversation I had with myself today….out loud.
Me: Nora Ephron died and she would want you to celebrate her life by eating a hot dog. Eat a hot dog. With chili. And cheese. And tater tots.
Me: How dare you use my love for Nora Ephron against me like that?! Real douchy move GotC. Real douchy.
Me: You’re real douchy. Didn’t our idol Nora Ephron say “…it’s very important to eat your last meal before it actually comes up… When you are actually going to have your last meal, you’ll either be too sick to have it or you aren’t gonna know it’s your last meal and you could squander it on something like a tuna melt and that would be ironic. So it’s important … I feel it’s important to have that last meal today, tomorrow, soon.” ?
Me: Yeah….she did. I miss her already.
Me: Eat that hot dog and honor her.
Me: Don’t you also think she would want me to honor my commitment to myself to eat healthier and lose some weight? And I also think she would want me to look really good and feel really pretty in my wedding dress because she was practically my friend and friends always want that for you.
Me: Man, it’s hard to decide how to honor her.
Me: It’s because she was so far beyond anything else that was good and funny and brilliant.
Me: You’re right. She was.
Me: I should blog about this.
Me: I think Nora would like that.
I miss Nora Ephron already. And that’s no joke.