I did not. However, I caught this online today and just know either MAD t.v. or SNL will be spoofing this performance this weekend.
Wow! It’s a really lame performance, but I rather like that she actually looks like she’s had two children…unlike, so many other mega-stars with kids. So, the media says she is “out of shape,” well, her bod looks better than mine does after two bumpkins. I think she might have considered a different outfit…and the stripping theme? Total class. Oops! She did it again.
Today I saw a woman picking her nose in public, as in the public library. I mean she was out and out digging for something special, on a shared public library computer where I have typed and picked up, boogers I guess, on my fingers.
Yuck!
I know, it’s allergy season, I’m suffering from Ragweed pollen terribly myself, but you still won’t find me wiping my snot on anything shared. Okay, that’s a lie, let’s just say you might not want to drive my car if you have to adjust the seat to get closer or farther away from the wheel. I pick my nose in the car, especially in congestion. My bets are placed that you do too.
I have often thought that driving in heavy traffic is similar to walking down the street in an urban busy landscape. Crowds of strangers encased in their own private environment, but essentially walking down a sidewalk. Every now and than I even make eye contact with another driver, and then feel strangely about doing so. We pick our noses in our automobiles, which have windows, going roughly the same speed as the neighboring vehicles. See my point? Would I pick my nose walking down the street in Minneapolis on a lovely night going out in the town looking my finest with heels, bag, and sexy threads donned.
No.
In the spirit of noses and allergies I will now interrupt this blog with yet another library observation. There is a man sneezing behind me and with each sneeze he does not “achoo.” Oh no, he sneezes and then says “shit.”
I think I might start sneezing “A a a -fuck yooo.”
Now, here is our “delightful” president serving yet again as a role model for public pickers everywhere.
I now have a new Monday night obsession. Two words, “My Boys.”
Yeah, I know…that is a really lame image. Honestly, P.J. (main character shown above) would never say something that “together.” Meanwhile, I swear this show rocks! Last week it made fun of itself by pointing out the obvious (that is pretty much stealing its main ideas from “Sex and the City”) and making caricatures of the N.Y. trio. Who would’ve thunk it? A fabulous show on TBS?!
I even watched the same episode twice, as it ran a repeat an hour after the original (Seinfield episode between) just to make sure I got all the little nuances.
Yikes! Kill your television. But, in the meantime,check out the show.
