And we're back...

So I saw a couple of things recently that I thought I wanted to write about, so I signed in to my trusty ol' blog.


Maybe I should say my dusty old blog because lo and behold, can it really be almost a year and a half since I've written anything?  "Oh my gott!" as our cleaning lady would say.  That's a long time.


So let's rectify that straight away with this first little tidbit.


Now I'm not a big fan of the Real Housewives.  New Jersey, Atlanta, Beverly Hills, Uzbekistan, wherever they're from I just don't give a shit. Really.  Believe me, I've got plenty of guilty pleasures, but the Real Housewives is not one of them.


My wife, however, does watch the Beverly Hills episodes from time to time and she called out to me the other day, "Paul, Paul, come here quick, you've got to see this!"


So I scampered into the living room lickety split, because that is what you do when your wife calls out to you from the other room.


Here is what she showed me:

"Wow, you look amazing!"  

"You look gorgeous too"

"And I've got my finger jammed so far up my ear I'm giving my brain a good rogering."

This poor woman, who bears an unfortunate resemblance to the late Buddy Hackett, will be forever perserved in the annals of entertainment in this extremely unflattering manner.

                                                    

I'm sure she's a perfectly nice person.  Just a case of the wrong place at the wrong time.  Or the right time, depending on your point of view.

Thank you producers and editors of Real Housewives for choosing not to cut around this colorful and delightful moment.