Hey everyone. I'm tearfully sentimental about the season coming to an end. This week's montage of flashbacks definitely brought back memories of yesterday. I'm a hopeless romantic, and I get emotional when I think of the series of events that brought me to this place.
I'm a lucky lady. I have a beautiful family, a career people can only dream about, and I'm about to be in "rare air" (as Jason, my husband calls it). I'm about to embark on an incredible and memorable journey. I am fortunate enough to have my own talk show -- a place where I can talk to women every day about EVERYTHING, all the things that we talk to each other about in private over cocktails. This is it! This isn't your mother's talk show. The queen of TMI is coming to daytime. I can't wait to take the next step with you. Let's talk about it!
Next week is the finale when you will see my new apartment, the one that booze, dreams, and passion built. I can't believe it's the end to a very honest and open season. This is who I am. This is what it is. No apologies. Thank you all. I have and always will have the best support system that anyone could wish for. I cherish and appreciate you.