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September 09, 2007



I'm off to youtube. I'll check back later for further updates. Save a glass of wine for me.

I have to ask. Who is Rhianna? I though she was a bad Stevie Nicks song, as opposed to her good ones?

mrs figby

AAAAGHHHHHH! I'm missing it! We have no TV, no couch, no cable, no satellite, it's just me and the kids and the cats and the dog in an empty, smelly house, and I missed Britney's trainwreck. Feel sorry for me, please.


Sometimes I think I should buy a television just so I can "keep up" in converstation-I so didn't follow any of this ;) ~lmc, who thought AJ was a singer until a year ago...


that britney was just classic bad. And I mean BAD. I couldn't even watch the whole thing, too loud and bright.


Wrote about this today. Seems we felt the same way about being too old!! :)


That was Adam Levine and the band Maroon 5 - white guy singing. He's a total player - kicked boots with Jess Simpson fresh off of Nick Lachey, then went up to Nick in a bar and told him about it. Yeah, I'm too old for this stuff myself - but if we didn't have these train wrecks to compare ourselves to, where would we be? Britney's shiz was as bad as it gets, it was sad. That weave alone was reason enough to boo her off the stage. Man, when Silverman said "Pot calling the kettle whorey" to Paris Hilton - I thought I was going to pee my pants - and I didn't even have any wine.


hey v-I owe you big time-reception for out of town business associates tonight and everyone started talking about the brit incident-I was actually able to participate in the conversation based on your cliff notes-and they loved the idea of someone live blogging the play by play-thanks! ;) ~lmc


Yeah, Britney was scary bad. But I am taking personal offense at anyone who calls her fat because, brothers and sisters, that is NOT fat. Just maybe a little loose in the bellyish area. Loved Sarah Silverman's Madonna-viper reference. Awesome.


One afternoon, I was in the backyard hanging the laundry when an old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home. But when I walked into the house, he followed me, sauntered down the hall and fell asleep in a corner. An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out. The next day he was back. He resumed his position in the hallway and slept for an hour.
This continued for several weeks. Curious, I pinned a note to his collar: "Every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap. "
The next day he arrived with a different note pinned to his collar: "He lives in a home with ten children - he's trying to catch up on his sleep."

I cried from laughter
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