Oh, this is not right. This is not right. I should be in San Francisco. My column is due later today. I enjoy a vacation just as much as the next girl, but this too spontaneous even for me.
This apartment is empty. It needs sisters. Sisters I'm going to shake a VERY ANGRY finger at for taking me to New York without the slightest bit of notice. Though I do feel compelled to shop for new shoes since I'm here.
Also, I don't recall leasing an apartment in New York. I think that would be something I'd remember. What the heck is going on?
Piper. Paige. LEO. Somebody give me an answer. Don't make me middle name you.