Today I am getting my hair cut. I always leave it too long and I was looking at some photos from when Rhonda was here and it looks pretty bad in sections. I haven’t colored it in at least a year and a half so getting rid of the fake blonde ends is not easy, my hair is dirty blonde now it likely won’t look like this again until I am 80 something, if I’m lucky.
For some reason ever since I got married I can’t stop watching Desperate Housewives, which Adam bloody hates and already outed me on via Facebook status, not to mention I have no idea what I even see in the show because I am not a fan of the actresses, Teri Hatcher looked WAY better back when she played Lois Lane on Lois & Clarke: The New Adventures of Superman, and I am SURE my father would agree with me on that one, he and I used to watch it together. I don’t feel like a desperate housewife, I really do not want to analyze it too deeply, but it bothers me slightly. I do like Felicity Huffman, she is good, the rest are mostly plastic, Nicollette Sheridan does not look much different than she did when I was addicted to Knots Landing, which quite frankly is scary.
Adam and I have been watching Dancing with the Stars since the first season, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF BEAUTIFUL CROTCHES EVERYWHERE, America, VOTE OFF MARIE OSMOND, if I have to see that woman’s crotch area one more time I will scream myself to death. Every time she ‘dances’ and she flashes the crotch Adam and I let out involuntary screams which likely have Mrs. E believing that there will be a baby coming soon, but no, it is shrieks of horror, it FEELS so wrong, it gives me the NO feeling ALL OVER MY BODY watching and being subjected to her area, but it is like a stereotypical train wreck of monumental proportions you can’t look away except to shield your eyes only to find you are peeking out from behind your fingers.
