Thanks vw, that's perfect.

Oh, good. I love it when I can be googly helpful.

Also, I forgot to say, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, STEPHANIE!

Where's my morning shift??

I KNOW! It's so quiet.

I am stupid tired.

ME TOO! I went to bed late, hoping to sleep in. But, nope. Apparently, my body thinks I need to get up at 6am.

My morning newscaster is kind of adorkable. She just announced the discovery of a man-eating dinosaur, then stopped before the next story to explain:

"I have to apologize, it said meat-eating but I said man-eating, because I'm an alarmist, and I watch a lot of seventies tv, and I was thinking about Land of the Lost and everyone running from the dinosaurs..." and then she had to stop because she and the other anchor were cracking up at her too hard to keep talking.

I have listened to FOUR separate conversations about American Idol.

Jebus.

No offense to AI lovers.

I just feel my brain slowly rotting away. Though, I am fully prepared to admit that may just be my brain, and it has nothing to do with AI.

My diamond shoes are WAY too tight.

See, my curly-toed & pearl-encrusted golden shoes are comfy as comfy. 'Course, the pearls are faux. That may make all the difference. But they sort of match the shocking pink & gold bag with its faux gold coins all ajangle, and that definitely matches my faux gold coin jangly ear rings.

...metaphor? What?

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(ION, I am in love with the dinosaur newscasting lady. Love. Love. Love.)

Ok. There's slash on Regis and Kelly, between Regis and Tony Danza. I'm disturbed, but can't turn it off.

Ew, vw. That's just...very wrong.

Also? It's snowing here. Mother Nature is totally On The List.