If you’ve followed my website for more than five minutes, you probably know that I’ve been drinking Dr Pepper since I was a little girl. I blame my Mama for that. She started drinking Diet DP a long, long time ago…because it was the preferred beverage of Elvis Presley. We probably drank Dr Pepper while eating peanut butter and banana sandwiches with “Aloha from Hawaii” serenading us in the background.
Hello lovely readers! Thanks for sticking with me as we slather on insane amounts of Germ Squirt in order to trudge through the debauchery known as The Bachelor Pad. It’s a little sad to think that we only have one more episode before this rocket ship reaches its destination. On the other hand, I’m a little impressed that we made it through five weeks without any noticeable rashes. Victory! Before
The recap will be up as soon as I figure out where I can get one of those cool spin the bottle tables. I’m thinking Brookstone perhaps? Sharper Image? Sky Mall? Feel free to discuss last night’s episode in the comment section. I’ve got two words for you: rocket ship. Have fun.
My sweet friend Curt just informed me via instant message that it is 90210 Day. After a few moments of wondering when the Mayor bestowed our favorite kids from Beverly Hills a key to the city, I realized that it is September 2, 2010. Or 9/02/10. Of course, this is just the type of cheese I can get behind and whole-heartedly support. And it’s not too late to post something!
