Monday is the big day people. America is pulling for Ali to find her one true love. And the producers have gone above and beyond to compile, how shall I put this delicately…an interesting group of young suitors. In keeping with tradition, I’ve selected a few of Ali’s gentlemen callers that in some way caught my eye. I feel the following will definitely get a bid to the next round
I’m hopped up on Vicodin. Anything that I say in this post may not be used against me in the future. Looks familiar doesn’t it? That’s right dear readers. I had a little knee surgery on Friday. Nothing to be worried about. Just a rare, weird piece of tissue stuck under my knee that needed to be removed. The good news is that you are reading the words of case
Hello my sweet readers! It’s been a busy morning. I’ve just been interviewed by a delightful reporter in New York about my website. Her research shows that with each new season, the Bachelor numbers are climbing and she wanted to know why. Naturally, I took full credit. After she politely laughed at my joke, she asked me why I keep coming back to watch this train wreck of a show.
The Dancing with the Stars opener shoved us down memory lane reminding us of last week’s booting of Captain Twinkle Toes and how he refuses to go on national TV without crying. Someone brilliant in the graphics department super imposed the picture of a single rose over his head that graphically beat him to the ground as he’s thanking his fans in Canada for voting. I laughed. Out loud. Some
As I sat down to watch Jake and Chelsie stumble through another week of Dancing with the “Stars,” I found that picking out the cabbage of my grilled chicken salad from Chick-Fil-A was more interesting than what was happening on my TV screen. In fact, I was rejoicing in the 23 flavors of Dr Pepper and asking my refreshing beverage of choice, “Why are you so good to me?” when
