I don't know, I might be the only one who does this, but I like to count my clean underwear when I'm folding laundry so I know when the last time I washed clothes was.

Today's magic number: 28. I guess you could say it had been awhile.
Confessions is every girls fantasy life … minus the credit card debt. Isla Fisher and the rest of the cast were dressed almost flawlessly. The movie was quirky, funny and, uh, hello? Hugh Dancy? Stud muffin. Dare I say, but forget Carrie Bradshaw, every fashionista's aspirations and inspirations are now courtesy of Rebecca Bloomwood. If you thought Sex and the City was merchandised beyond compare, you haven’t seen anything yet. Sex and the City the sequel has a lot to live up to if it plans to out stylize Confessions. Even the most novice or apathetic movie goers will now recognize a pair of Louboutins after seeing this flick – they might even want a pair, that’s how smart the movie’s stylist used them. Seriously, pieces of clothing I would normally loathe I fell in love with. Do I recommend this film? Yes, but only if you can control the urge to binge spend afterward. My only disappointment is that I didn’t trample enough people to get a free sample of Prada perfume after the showing.
Some of my favorite looks from Fisher (that I could actually find):