All righty. Here’s the deal.
Today has been a wee bit on the hectic side and I didn’t do much bloggy stuff (though I did play nine or twenty two rounds of Uno with a certain five year-old) and a couple of hours ago, when I finally settled in at the computer, State had the nerve to go into TWO overtimes with LSU which made writing next to impossible what with all the constant refreshing of the scoreboard page.
So, since we had a two-hour AI on the DVR tonight, I thought, Well, there’s my post. Idol it is. Plus, since they were calling it “THE FINAL CUT,” I figured we were no doubt in for THE MOST DRAMATIC ROSE CEREMONY EVER.
Oh, you can’t possibly expect me to keep all these shows straight.
Anyway, I went into Idol with the best bloggy intentions, but quite frankly trying to write about tonight’s episode was a beating. There were recaps and fake-outs and sing-offs and switcheroos. There was no rickety elevator and no 256 steps. The contestants were in a mansion and everybody sat in some really tricky chairs.
And then I found out that Tatiana made it and I was done.
It was too much, y’all.
And also: SHE HAS TO STOP SCREAMING.
So do you know what I’ve decided to do?
I’ve decided to go to bed.
And I’ll see all you sassy interwebs tomorrow.
Love,
Me
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