The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
January 29, 2005

Toto

Well, it was Manolo's idea so it stands to reason he should be there every damned step of the way. Problem is: his blood can get up when dealing with the classic L.A. salesperson attitude. It's easier to handle when you've got a daytime emmy in your closet. Mine belongs to Sam Elliot, but he lost the bet and settled like a man. Anyway, I write this because I felt bad when I asked my bronzed god to leave the design studio where we were choosing urinals for the house and sit in the car, but it had to happen. This is tricky business since it's tough getting commercial urinals installed in a home. But we're getting down to less than a gallon per flush and even sitting in the Rover, I'm sure Manolo appreciated that. Not to cut you off, Diary, but yes, I am ready for Constance's negative reaction.