1) A big fat WHATEVER to me for sitting through American Idol last night. This show is for tweens- Not thirty something mothers who have better things to do than watch what's-her-name bat her eyelashes and do that open mouth smile thing, the What? You think I look amazing? I'm so surprised! (Not). What's up with that? Why do Randy and Paula always tell the women how stunning they look? No one ever says to the dudes- wow- you look hot tonight! They don't, I know, but that's not the point. Paula- who was jumping up and down doing her cheerleader clap last night while Taylor was singing- I've got your number. I know you say whatever Randy said first, just in a different way. The kids are too distracted by your riddiculous heaps of gold jewelry and your giant rings to notice but you can't fool me. Simon? I think he's naughty in a good way. Was naughty in a good way. I'm never watching that show again. After tonight. When hopefully what's-her-name and her fake eyelashes and fake hair won't win and I never have to hear that horrible song about her destiny ever again.
2) Barbados or whatever that horse's name is. I am absolutely an animal lover. I think it's terrible that the horse broke it's foot and I'm very excited that he's doing well. What's bothering me is that every news outlet in the world is reporting how he feels so great he's being very friendly with the phillies..wink wink. Oh my God. It's not enough that everywhere I look there are more attractive people with better love lives than mine. Now this horse is more attractive and more interested in getting busy than me. It's madness. I'm not being outdone by supermodels anymore, I've been outpaced by a horse.
3) To the people who I won't name here who sent my husband a letter from an attorney (one who's office deals only with real estate and tax law so don't think I don't know your brother-in-law's cousin typed this up on company letterhead for you) because you were standing in the middle of a bike path. MrB rode around you on the grass to avoid you and your puppy who was uncontrolled, on a 3 foot leash and darted out in front of MrB. We are not paying for your vet bill. Take us to court. As Randy Jackson would say- Bring it! (Dawg)
Post Script: Oh AI- how I'm sorry that I doubted you! Last night watching Kat strut around while having to sing with that old stinky couldnt sing a note Meatloaf? I didn't know you had it in you. Prince? F yeah! Clay Aiken with that riddiculous hairdo? This was better than anything I'd pay to see. I still love you. See you next year. Don't be mad.