
That picture? It's me. And Gordon Ramsay! I took a, umm, long lunch yesterday to go to his book signing at Macy's on a whim. Mr. TC and I always watch his show, so I picked up a copy of his new book for Mr. TC. He was very cute and flirty. He didn't swear at anyone while I was in line, however, which was almost disappointing.
And while we're discussing reality tv, I am so outraged by last night's American Idol that I must vent about it here. I CANNOT FREAKING STAND Creepy Archuleta. I never liked him, but last night's massacre of one of my favorite songs of all time (Sweet Caroline) was the limit. My ears were bleeding by the time he finished. That song is meant to be sung in a dive bar, slightly off key, with a beer in hand. It should never be given the christian contemporary chart treatment by a prepubescent ambassador from the Children of the Corn. Ugh.
I think we all can recover by watching this version instead:
That is one of my favorite movies. If you haven't ever seen Beautiful Girls, I highly recommend it.
In other news, my son is apparently the make out bandit of his tots class. Yeah, he was smooching all the little girls yesterday. And came home from the park with flowers that yet another little girl gave to him. Oy. Think I'm gonna have my hands full with this guy!















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