They were talking about Armed and Famous on the radio on Friday--since it was filmed in Hammond, IN (or some other Indiana town, at least relatively close to Chicago), they had someone call in whose sister worked with the various z-list celebs they have going out on calls with the force. Apparently, they did put Erik Estrada to good use at least once--they took him along on a domestic where the people spoke only Spanish, and he was able to interpret.

Seriously, how do you not know about Dolce and Gabbana.

I know it is something fashion related. Whether it is shoes, bags, clothing, jewelry, I can only guess. There are large gaps in my knowlege.

So one of the things I got in my stocking from dad was one of these led keychain lights. That's shaped like a pig. When you press the button on its head, blue rays shoot from its nostrils and it OINK OINKS!

It's really quite charming. (My dad called me Piglet from when I was really wee.) Except I keep scaring the shit out of myself when I accidentally bump it and it OINK OINKS.

Laundering. And TALing.

Whether it is shoes, bags, clothing, jewelry, I can only guess.

All of the above actually. My NYE dress was Dolce & Gabbana (not to be confused with D&G). Deeply, deeply discounted as it had hung on a rack at the consignment store for a year or so. It doesn't look great on a hanger, but dude, on a human? Helloooooo nurse!

I'm one of those people who'd be very happy to dress very nicely if I didn't have to shop and no one told me how much it cost (I've got dumb issues.) As it is, I can manage clean and classic plus interesting shoes but that's about it.

I mean, I'm annoyed that my probably 5+ year old jeans really need replacing (they are old navy after all) and I'm pretty sure last time I was in an ON, they no longer carried them. That's just...sad.

I have so much work to do today. Someone help me with the motivation? Please?

I'd give you mine if I had any, Emily.

Ditto.

ETA: See, I can't even get motivated to write a whole sentence.

I know it is something fashion related.

That's plenty, really.

Rather than motivation, I'd accept a benign but temporarily incapacitating stomach bug for my principal tomorrow, okay?

Erik Estrada's worst offense I know of is hawking shady condominium developments in Arkansas, and he's probably been around enough police consultants in his career to avoid embarrassing himself. But I really fear that putting grade z celebrity famewhores in positions of pseudo-authority on patrols is going to result in some innocent person getting pistol-whipped in an argument for not bowing and scraping to their satisfaction.

It's been a semi-productive day, as I've bought a few groceries and determined that I need never again eat at the drive-thru pagoda restaurant I've always wondered about. Also, the Kavan Smith craze I've been on recently has resulted in me watching him get hoovered up by the ravenous alien va-jay-jay of Alyssa Milano in a decade old Outer Limits episode. I really should have looked for brain bleach while I was at the supermarket.