|Me thinks someone needs to go to be early tonight. Who's the fun one now, kid? Huh? How you like them apples?|
3. I want to tell you that it snowed yesterday where I live. We get snow maybe a handful of times a year. Naturally, the gas light in my car comes on pretty much every single time. Much like it magically comes on every single time I’m running late for something. It’s also a known fact that if my husband is going to borrow my car, he will discover the light on despite the number of times he has explained to me why it is bad to play the gas game. I’ve also been known to borrow his car and leave it on empty. I swear I forget to fill up. It’s not intentional. I’m just a space cadet. Really.
5. I want to tell you, I am not over Real Housewives of Atlanta. In fact, I’ve been very annoyed they haven’t had a new episode this week. Either that or my DVR is toying with me. But that fight at the pajama party last week was straight up cray. First, because Nene invited a lot of people that don’t get along so what did she expect was going to happen. Then she was slightly obnoxious walking back and forth in front of everyone. And then Kenya’s friend lost his mind. And then so did Apollo. In the preview last week, Kenya’s friend claims that breaking someone’s rib is an automatic felony. That’s pricelessly ridic. I need to see more. Stat. Like he didn’t do anything to ramp up the crazy that led to the broken rib. And I’m concerned about Cynthia’s marriage. And Phaedra’s. Although at least Phaedra can blame it on having a new baby. I also think Portia needs to go find a job to pay for the huge house she decided to rent because I can’t be the only one that isn’t even remotely interested in her on this show. Her husband was interesting. And by interesting, I mostly mean it was interesting that he didn’t seem to realize the show made him look bad because why else would he have agreed to be on it.