Since My Hairguru Brought It Up

Dish is reluctant to deal with W. issues, but John The Hair God brought it up:

Jenna's hair was UNspectacular for her wedding. I wear my hair like that all the time (when it's blond and semi-manageable) and you'd think W's daughter could fork over the cash to fly John in to AT LEAST puff up her hair like that of a good ol' Texas girl. Dish likes the chunky white dress since texture can be lovely. The hair kills it. If I ever get married (to Gale Harold who's on DH tonight!), hair is my first consideration--because John would murder me in my sleep if I ignored this issue--and then I'll slather on some thick purple Mary Kay on my eyelids.

Of the Bushes, Dish kind of likes Jenna because of her once-reckless partying ways, the fact that she wrote a book about a mother with AIDS (or did someone else write it) and she was a little mysterious about possibly liking a Democrat running for office. She's got some sass up her ass. Well, now she's married so that might deflate her balloon.

Speaking of balloons, I might need one inserted in my arteries to unclog them. Dish gorged herself at aunt and uncle's (the ones who spawned the fabulous rocker cousin who is playing for Bob Schneider again on Monday!): chocolate pie, honey dijon chips, danishes, pancakes, NY strip steak, guacamole with tortilla chips, baked potatoes, more chips, asparagus (which they told me would make my pee stink and it did) and whiskey. Bless 'em.