She’s on her way. Tell everyone! She’s not supposed to be here until 9. Her driver just text-messaged and her facialist ruptured a disc. God, these people! Who’s that? That, I can’t even talk about. Alright, everyone, gird your loins! Did someone eat an onion bagel? Sorry, Miranda. Move it! Ooh! I don’t know understand why it’s so difficult to confirm an appointment. I know. I’m so sorry, Miranda, I actually did confirm last night – Details of your incompetence do not interest me. Tell Simone I’m not going to approve that girl that she sent me for the Brazilian layout. I asked for clean, athletic, smiley. She sent me dirty, tired, and paunchy. And RSVP “Yes” to Michael Kors’ party. I want the driver to drop me off at 9:30 and pick me up at 9:45 sharp.