Lucky me--I was not here when a "said" famous person came by our house today with Dean. I am not being sarcastic, I was lucky--lucky that Noah and I were at a playdate, otherwise this person would have seen me in the holey pj pants, cat fur covered t-shirt and oily forehead that I usually slough around in while home with Noey all day.
I know it's no fun for you that I can't tell you who, but that's just the way it is in Hollywood. It wasn't an especially glamorous visit to our abode anyway. Him and Dean were dropping off our beach chairs and Noah's extra car seat in order to free up some space in our old Honda station wagon (which Dean was driving him around in--yikes!) so that they could haul stuff in the back of it today. And, lucky me (again, I am not being sarcastic because I would have been mortified if I were home)--there were piles of laundry on the love seat, spit up stained throw pillows on the couch and two strollers parked in the middle of the living room.
It always amazes me that no matter how long we live in Los Angeles, how many stars we spot around town, how many cool people Dean gets to work with, or how many people we both meet through his work, I still get star struck and giddy like a little girl. It's possible that our cats, Linus and Miles, who were home, felt the same way.
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What does Dean do?
He's a Recording Engineer. In other worlds, he gets to sit around and make cool records while I sit around and eat PB&J with the little one. I guess it's an even trade off. lol!
Just tell me if it was Johnny Depp.
XO Carrie
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