Mrs. Jason Segel
Oh Captain, My Captain...

This morning I found a crunchberry on the bedroom floor. We haven’t had Captain Crunch with Crunchberries in a few weeks thus I’ve come to a couple conclusions.

1) We need to hire a new cleaning lady.

2) We need to always have Captain Crunch with Crunchberries in the house so there is never a need to think about these conclusions.

3) The crunchberry was stuck to one of Jason’s t-shirts that he didn’t put in the laundry basket but wore repeatedly instead. The shirt probably had a nacho cheese stain on it as well.

<3 Michelle

Hollywood *yawn*

Tonight is some random Hollywood function that is supposed to be used to raise money but in actuality it spends more money than it makes. Jason is hosting it with Jonah. Evidently John Mayer is playing a song. This will be interesting…not because of all of the talent in one room, but because of all of the Hollywood people wearing their drunk pants. Judd and Leslie are being honored this evening. That will be exciting at least. I’ll wear something short and black. Hopefully Goldberg will be there and we can convene around the free booze.

Hey…I never said I was a classy broad.

Michelle

Since we’ve had this lovely resurgence of summer, we’ve spent most of Saturday in our pajamas enjoying air conditioning and inebriated folks on youtube. Jason had NEVER seen the drunk Hoff video of him eating Wendy’s off the floor!!

This video is long but well worth it. (Or you can watch it sped up to Yakety Sax http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mEyaCzc-uDw )

~Michelle

Ps. Mute it, unless you like crappy pop/hip hop shit.

Ok. Time for a cute story. I was standing in line at some random Coffee Bean in Hollywood the other day, when I heard the familiar, annoying dog sound behind me. I typically loathe any human being that brings their tiny dog into a cafe, however, today was different. I turned around to see Anwar Sadat, you know, the adorable puggle that Jason hangs out with in I love you man. Because it was Anwar, my bitchiness ceased. That puggle is a professional and I adore him. He made my day.
~Michelle
Ps. His real name IS Anwar Sadat.

Ok. Time for a cute story. I was standing in line at some random Coffee Bean in Hollywood the other day, when I heard the familiar, annoying dog sound behind me. I typically loathe any human being that brings their tiny dog into a cafe, however, today was different. I turned around to see Anwar Sadat, you know, the adorable puggle that Jason hangs out with in I love you man. Because it was Anwar, my bitchiness ceased. That puggle is a professional and I adore him. He made my day.

~Michelle

Ps. His real name IS Anwar Sadat.

Whoops.

SO it turns out that me not watching the show in a few seasons turns going on set to be an awkward situation. I think Jason is still frustrated with the fact that I didn’t know Barney was dating Robin. Personally, I don’t think it should matter since I’ve seen every one of his movies multiple times.

Anywho, here’s a video of Jason wearing the ugliest shirt ever:

http://www.itwasthebestnightever.com/

This just in!!

Monday I will be going to the set of “How I Met Your Mother”!! Evidently Jason doesn’t think we spend enough time around the house in our pajamas. He wants me to do a guest spot on the show. It won’t really be a guest spot though, because I am not actually famous and/or a pop singer trying to sell more records (or prove to the world that I’m not crazy…looking at you Brit-Brit). Hopefully I get to be one of Barney’s hussies!! Neil and I have a great rapport, namely with our improv shenanigans.

In other news, Jason had Fruit Loops for dinner.

<3 Michelle

Our baby taco!!
~Michelle

Ps. Don&#8217;t mind the ugly rug. New one is on order.

Our baby taco!!

~Michelle

Ps. Don’t mind the ugly rug. New one is on order.

Late Night Saturday

It was a slow night at the Segel residence. We played connect the dots with our moles and freckles. Not only is it fun and silly, but it helps us monitor possible cancer sources.

~Michelle

Monday

The CPS came again today. The nanny, a former nutritionist, still refuses to believe that one Baconater a week is not going to kill the children. The CPS sides with us yet again. She also refuses to believe that we aren’t trying to breed curly-haired giants.

~Michelle

Ps. Jason finally grew a chest hair. It’s long, wiry and gross. I will probably tweeze it when he’s not looking.