Was out last night with some ladies and we agreed that we love the new Pussycat Dolls song "When I Grow Up." Then it occurred to me that as I approach my 28th birthday, I need to come up with a plan for when I grow up. How many haters will I have to slap off on my quest for world domination? How much smiling and nodding will I have to do before I get to throw phones and staplers at people? Will I be pretty? Will I be rich? And, more importantly, will I be sexy?
I'll ponder all of this on the stairmaster, you watch the Pussycat Dolls: