again she mentions Kung Fu Panda--wtf?

After filling all the gas tanks, bird feeders and compost heap I made sure the doors all sealed tight and the blinds got pulled to keep the frigid air out. Then I found my dream job online: Island Caretaker. Turns out I'm totally qualified and Mr. D told me to pack my bags. But he wouldn't let me bring Team Testosterone. The ultimate home schooling experience! What a kill joy.

I could adjust to this. I really could. Wear a swimsuit instead of sweaters full time? What hardship. But I'm willing...

We watched the Golden Globe Awards Sunday night and we were both surprised to learn that Mickey Rourke was still alive. And botoxed to the point of nearly bursting through his skin. I only watch movie award shows and each year I find I'm familiar with fewer and fewer films. You know you're lame when you've only seen Kung Fu Panda and The Dark Knight out of all the nominated films. It was nice to see Demi Moore looking fantastic. Still, I'd probably gotten as much pleasure watching Diners, Drive-ins and Dives. It's pretty messed up that I sit in bed at night watching Guy Fieri stuff his face with succulent looking food while I drool and feel hunger pangs. Guy has my other dream job--get paid to eat delicious food and go on road trip after road trip discovering gastronomic delights at each stop.

Can I get a "Yum!" here people?

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