Burn, Baby Burn
It’s been a busy but productive couple of days. We went to visit my folks yesterday. Dad is doing well and a visit from Cakes sure did brighten his day. She was in fine form, cackling and babbling and going 80 miles an hour. She left a trail of four exhausted adults in her wake.
I intended to blog when we got home last night, but was dead tired and brain dead, so instead we accepted an invitation to join the neighbours for a port (don’t have to ask me twice). Our fences are going up this week and we need to make the most of the open concept backyards while they last.
This morning, Big Papa kindly vacated the premises with Cakes so I could get a few things done. He took her to the Family Centre and attended the crockpot cooking class I had signed up for (better him than me--I don’t even know where the crockpot is. Do we have a crockpot?) The problem with crockpots is that they’re slow--you need to figure out what you’re going to eat hours before it’s time to eat it. We suck at that. Tonight the President made us dinner in 6 minutes (Indian. Again). We had to be fast because I had a date with the TV.
Tonight I had a lovely lazy evening watching the two-hour So You Think You Can Dance and surfing in the commercials. Just a few SYTYCD thoughts….Mary is as braying as ever. Danielle sure can shake her booty. Jessica, the ballerina, needs to get some booty. Jamyz, on the other hand, knew how to shake that thang. I was disappointed in both disco numbers, especially the eighties disco. Melody and Nick’s disco set the bar pretty high last season. Pasa doble…most boring dance ever? The dance of the night, for sure, was Travis and Martha’s Broadway. Musa and Natalie were hot, hot, hot but the judges lukewarm.
Tomorrow is judgment night. I hope they BRING IT!
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