As you may know, Rachel Zoe's pregnant, so the sullen, cranky bitchiness levels are even higher than usual. Which is saying something.
Plus, she's got to deal with Oscar night, her new mansion, her new SUV and the unspeakable tension of picking out what to wear every day.
Yet somewhere in this hellscape hubby Rodger must fit in.
It ain't easy...
Luckily, if I drink enough of this magic juice, they'll become invisible to me. And I'll finally be alone.