Where's My Address? I Mean Mattress?

Seriously, Dish has been making all kinds of fatigue-induced gaffes today, mostly to herself. It was a special day because I got to meet a beloved famous person. Pics were taken and I'll post them when I feel safer and less jinxey. Details to come on how it happened.

Holy hellfire has sprouted a sheet of ice and if you wear your James Cameron 3-D glass, you can see Satan is tap dancing like a happy fool. Dick and Lynn Cheney have come out in favor of gay marriage: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/09/13/dick-cheney-gay-marriage_n_960874.html. Did I just eat a dream cookie? Talk about yay!

In yuck, former Bosox baseballer Manny Ramirez was arrested for domestic violence, i.e. slugging his wife. Do I have to say it again? Never date/marry an athlete.

Catching my breath with Bachelor Pad (spoiler alert): I spent the two hours mostly starting at Vienna's nose job and extensions. She used to have this marvelous dip to her schnozz and now it's gone. The hair is not really blond and really not real. I don't get what she's doing, though her diva-tude becomes boring without another talent. Jake and Casey, redeemed. Erica has become the Oracle of Delphi. Holly is pure love, which is why she attracts men. I loved Michelle this season, as opposed to her appearance on The Bachelor with Brad's season. Intro of new bachelor who could be one of my former students so I cannot watch. He's like 12. By reading this, you would think that I am a fan of the Bachelor franchise but I've only watched it once. The above show came on by accident during a vulnerable moment and I got sucked in.

And now to rest. Dish might be on television soon. It's been a good day. Now I see why people want to be on TV. We're ready for more offers, but I have to run off this dream cookie. 500 calories.