Katie Couric: The Untold Story
Friday, as you may by know now, a group of us wimmins met with Katie Couric to talk about the viability of Katie as a blogger, and then Katie, the novice blogger, goes and writes about it before I do. Because you know - Katie Couric. First ever female anchor of network nightly news. Single mom of two. Shapely calves that I sense are not just owed to genetics.
Yeah, not really much going on in her life.
Since by now pretty much everyone has written about it before me I figured I would have no choice but to embrace the sloppy seconds, the paltry table scraps of a story that is left, and to simply point to Katie's own excellent blogging and vlogging of the event.
But aha! Not so!
For after checking each of those blogs, I realize that no one has yet told the true story of what went on in that shiny white office high atop 57th Street that fateful afternoon.
Lisa Stone laughs as the bottle mysteriously points to her
the fourth time in a row
Burts Bees in her other diaper bag that morning
Devra, Danielle, and The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Head
look disheartened as the bottle lands on Lisa yet again.
Hoping to get Joanne - she's dreamy!
Sorry Katie - I love you and you're cool and warm and smart and engaging and all that, but the real facts had to come out sometime. I know I told you I'm not a journalist but I do have integrity.