I’ll be back later, but I’m a little pre-occupied.
You see, Zac Efron showed up this morning with his camera and asked if he could follow me around and take pictures of my food while infusing his general hotness into my life.
What could I do but say yes?
His voice was the first one I heard on the radio this morning [when Wake Up With Taylor on Cosmo Radio became Wake Up with ZAC] as I drove to the gym and it has inspired me to watch High School Musicals 1 and 2 (not 3), with a side of Hairspray!, capped off by a rich and luxurious dessert of 17 Again. [If I'm really lucky, there might even be an amuse buche of Summerland, which not only starred baby Zac, but also Jesse McCartney and Aunt Becky from Full House. Oh WB, you were a wonderful thing.]
Actually, I’m going to drink coffee, watch The Next Food Network Star, and then get fingerprinted so I can teach in Texas. (Whether or not Zac accompanies me in these endeavors is up to the imagination…)