Lots has happened around the WWHL offices this past week, but after taking a look back, the first thing that pops in my head is, well, scandalous. Actually, I’m strangely intrigued by the reaction I’m having to this “thing.” And the more I think about this “thing,” the more I giggle in delightful, candid confusion. Not kidding. I’m sitting at my desk right this second with a smile from here to Brooklyn.
 
Now this “thing” is not one of Andy’s many cute little off-air moments (and there are many – i.e. this week I had two of my adorable boy-friends come to see the show, after which Andy gave them both a giant, simultaneous bear hug saying, “Awe they’re like cute little house pets!,” which I thought was strangely accurate). This is not some juicy piece of behind-the-scenes gossip involving Denise Richards. Nor is it when Australian sex-goddess Kylie Minogue smiled at me devilishly from about two feet away. And, surprisingly, it’s not even when the Adonis-like Joe Manganiello walked into our reception area as I was walking out, saying to me with a deep, satisfying voice, “Hello,” as I nearly fainted from momentary over-exposure to the manliest manly-man and the manly air particles that surrounded him. (Note: if you’d ever like to know what a REAL man looks like, find a way to meet Joe Manganiello in person. God. THAT is a REAL LIVE MAN). No. No. At this moment, none of that is on my mind.