my new boyfriend

His name is Tivo. I love him. Sooo bad.

So, I spent tonight flipping through the ol' tivo trying to catch up on some of the shows I've missed. I have two things to say:
  1. Congrats, Mr. Hicks, on your American Idol win. I knew you were going to make it.
  2. Why oh why did they send Dave home on Top Chef? He absolutly won that. I don't give a rat's ass that he forgot a dish. He won the other two. Doesn't that count at all? I swear they rig this shit, like Chloe winning Project Runway. Totally. Rigged. F#%$ing Bravo.

all new holidays!

Happy Victoria Day to you!

I have no idea what Victoria Day is, and my husband who is currently in Canada still cannot get a straight answer from the Canadians as to what it is, but he has the day off of work for it so I guess we'll all just wear orange and chase lemmings down deserted city streets and eat corn on the cob and make out with random passers-by in celebration. That sounds like a fine holiday to me.

i hate chores

It's 10:16, the kids are in bed, the sink is full of dishes, almost every square inch of my living room floor is covered in legos/teethers/plaster, and there is absolutly nothing good on the internet to distract me from my chores, so I'm going to go climb into my big huge empty bed and start reading Angels & Demons like I meant to do a few years ago.