She wondered if it would be possible to have James Bond AND the chocolate cake together in one place.
I figured that was the epitome of having your cake and eating it, too. Which I am most fond of in any way, shape, or form.
So, I rolled over and asked James what he thought. This was his response:
After we burned down a hotel in the desert, and saved the water supply for Bolivian villages everywhere, of course. We spent a lovely few weeks on his yacht and private island together. He had called in sick to his boss, M, which basically left the entire world unprotected.
I didn't mind, though.
Because, as James said, I was looking a little too thin. What with four days of thanksgiving food fully packed with butter and sugar. I needed some tending to, you know, me practically wasting away and all.
But, alas, I had to leave James and go on a series of press junkets for my other movie.
Yes, it's been a busy year for the little Stie.
I know a lot of you didn't like it. But hopefully the next ones will be better for you. We're hoping to have a lot more money this time, and actually be able to pay someone to do our makeup. We had to do a bit of it ourselves, as you can see. But it's been great to be here with Edward. He doesn't like to let me leave his side for a moment. If I'm not right there with him, he sneaks into my bedroom at night and watches me sleep.
Which is not at all creepy. Or stalkerish.
Finally, after all my press conferences, interviews, and parties were over, I flew home to be with my one and only true love:
He missed me a lot.
Don't we make a handsome couple?
We get that all the time.
I know you're totally jealous. Don't be stealing my imaginary boyfriends now. As you can clearly see, they belong to me.