On the Down Low, Gotta Lay Low

Alrighty, so we're back from the sands, shaking it all out of our shoes. While I have to take mine off, Cleo just has to point her toes down. Such is the beauty of her new open toe buckle shoes, or so she keeps saying. Personally, I don't get what's so special about them, but when I mentioned that, I got a punch in the shoulder, so I hold my peace.

My agent says the ratings on my show took a hit, and that I need to audition for parts in other shows. I was all set on trying out for this new show I heard about, but I couldn't show my face without reporters and paparazzi ganging up on me, asking about the tape that got leaked. You'd think after a week they'd drop it and move on to more important things, but noooo.

I'm thinking about taking my next vacay on Ari's island Ted. Seems like a good place to lay low till the whole Little Bunny Foo Foo bit blows over. To hear them talk, you'd think none of them had ever been kids, sheesh.