One of the things that always amazes me about "Dancing with the Stars" is how the really bad dancers with really big fan bases (i.e., Billy Ray Cyrus) often advance in the compeition while the superior albeit lesser knowns often get sent packing. Explain to me how the heck Wayne "my face is stretched more than my limo" Newton is still in the competition while the lovely and talented Albert Reed got sent home. Hmmm?!? Guess all those grannies figured out how to phone in last night and saved Mr. Las Vegas. Ick.
My pal Alisa and I had a super early dinner at 3:30 at Mike's Place (seafood crepes... yum!), then I picked up Maggie's cookies for our information session at work tonight. We have 10 spots open; there were nearly 60 people there. Yikes!
Guess that's all. I'm sleepy and still upset over Albert not getting to wear his shirt unbuttoned to his navel anymore. Sad times.
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