Today was a lazy Saturday at Casa de Payne.
Boy #2 said that this weekend was a "total waste" because we didn't even play teetherball. (Side prayer: Please God, let Boy #2's idea of a good weekend forever remain a game of teetherball. Amen.)
The most useful thing I accomplished was cleaning out the list of recordings on my DVR. Summer Olympics, deleted. "Tabatha's Salon Takeover," deleted.
I also caught up on a few Martha Stewart episodes. Did you see the one she did this past week on blogging?
Now, I felt like worlds collided when she had Charo on her show, in a good way. But, one of her people needs to be fired for booking Perez Hilton as a guest! I know! Perez Hilton sitting side by side with Martha? It's like sitting M*rilyn Mans*n down next to a basket of newborn puppies.
I have to believe that Martha has never wasted one minute of her life on his blog, because if she had, she would have never talked with him about his "magic white pen." They showed a picture of her, from his blog, where Perez had written in his "magic white pen,"
She thought it was charming. Martha, really? Did any of your high paid assistants bother to tell you what he usually writes (and draws) with his white pen?
I don't think so.
Girlfriend, I stood by you when you went to Alderson, but watching you sit stool to stool, sipping lemon water with Perez Hilton...?
You been tainted, Girl. You been tainted.