The Latest Poop

From dictionary.com:

Poop:

- noun Slang.
relevant information, esp. a candid or pertinent factual report; low-down: Send a reporter to get the real poop on that accident.

I was on the phone with a friend the other night. We got to talking about celebrities we've met and how silly we feel about being starstruck. He mentioned reading something by someone who works in a grocery store where Jamie Lee Curtis shops. Got me wondering if she bought any Activia, then I realized this was ridiculous. She probably gets truckloads of the stuff for free. I'll bet when she shops she buys cheese. Lots and lots of cheese. Because she knows that when she gets home there's all that that Activia waiting.

I asked my friend if he thought it was odd that in one of the commercials she hugs the other woman, a stranger. My friend suggested it wasn't really a hug. They were squeezing each other so they could poop.

I met Jamie Lee Curtis years ago, when I was writing for a sitcom starring Tom Arnold. (Don't even bother trying to remember which one. Trust me, you've never seen it.) Ms. Curtis was there to visit one of the producers, but stopped by the writers' room and said hello. She was incredibly friendly and encouraging. Could not have been nicer. I had no idea she was constipated.

Someone else I know often sees her walking her dogs in the park. Unlike some celebrities, she follows the rules and keeps them on-leash. Really, could not be nicer.

And on that subject of dogs in the park...

Only 15 dogs from L.A.'s South shelter came to the Mobile Pet Adoption yesterday.

Due to the forest fires still burning, East Valley shelter needed to keep their trucks at the facility in case of an emergency. Still, 10 of the 15 dogs were adopted, including Ireena...

One little dog is being transferred to a less crowded shelter:

And this dog, Tux, is going to a private rescue. Very happy news.

Plus 2 cats were adopted, one of whom I picked up this afternoon and delivered to the Valley, since her new owner couldn't get there from work before closing. Traffic was heavy. Good thing she slept the whole way.

I also made two other recent trips to the shelter. Last time I saw a couple who were shopping for a kitten. They picked this guy:

Actually, he picked them.

Some of my East Coast friends think it's really cool that I often see celebrities. But actually, it's usually more like this: years ago I went to a party at some famous director's house whose name I can't remember now but Buck Henry was there. And all I could think all night long was, "How sad for Buck Henry that he has nothing better to do on a Saturday night than what I'm doing."

Of course, now I spend my Saturday nights at home with my cats. And sometimes when I look at them, I could swear they're thinking to themselves, "How sad for us that we have nothing better to do..."