We're on vacation in NYC this week, and this evening we shared an elevator with a nice man taking his dog out for a walk. After he got off, I told Mr. Clod that the guy was
Clinton Kelly, who I used to watch all the time on
What Not To Wear. Mr. Clod adamantly disagreed, but I proved him wrong by googling the name of Clinton Kelly's dog. I win, motherfucker!
