Typhoid Mary Contagions the Oscars

Do you feel that chill in the air? No, it's not fall! It's Oscar season. And this week Rachel's not just concerned with outfitting Anne Hathaway so she can outshine that little statue, she's also celebrating an anniversary with Rodger, she's pregnant, and she's sick. Fun times.

The Pam-tervention
We open with Rachel being nearly eaten by her clothes. Also eating her, a New York Post story about a budding feud between her and Brad. I still cannot handle the concept of her and Mr. G fighting. It's like watching your parents struggle. It's simply too much. Rachel feels much the same and tries to head to work to get away. Styling 40 looks for a job doesn't help much. Neither does a nap in her beanie. 

Rodger's solution. A Pam-tervention:

Rachel takes it a bit like she's getting in trouble, but in the end, she knows the fam is right. Once she makes it through the Oscars, it's going to need to slow down just a bit. Just she has to go to this Tom Ford party first. Find the woman some leggings, get her out of the house, and then back home STAT. Rodger would like to spend some quality time with Rachel in that dress.

Tiffany's Theraphy
More effective in the healing of Rachel -- pulling phenomenal jewels. 

Oscar de. . 
I'm a big fan of Annie Hathaway. She's just so delightfully well-meaning, and it doesn't hurt that she has the features of a fine porcelain doll. So when it came time to dress this precious babydoll of a human for the Oscars, I nearly died. I mean, gilver Oscar! That Lanvin tux! The Tom Ford broken glass dress. Spend some time pouring over the photos of the adorable Anne, you won't regret it. I didn't miss that Versace ball gown at all -- even if it was phenomenally minty.

Feel jealous? Of course. Well now feel jealous in a whole different way. If you aren't going to be on the red carpet of the Oscars, wouldn't it be just as nice to be watching them in at the brand new Zoe abode? Just stopping by and having some serial the morning of and then swinging back over to eat pho and gab about how everyone looks with the most quotable bunch of fashionistas on earth? I thought my Oscar party was fun, but alas, this makes me pretty much never want to watch award shows on television again I'm so jealous. 

Just kidding. What is life without watching and judging A-listers on TV? Next week dear Jeremiah hits a little snag in his styling career.

Yikes.