I haven't had a lot of free time to watch television lately. I'm logging a week behind on my viewing of "Top Chef." I don't have a clue who is tracking ahead on "America's Next Top Model." And living under a rock as I do, I just realized that that adorable Aussie Michael Johns on "American Idol" was voted off ages ago. On the weekend, I finally saw the finale of "Rock of Love 2" and discovered (to my endless delight) that Brett Michaels chose the eminently more substantial Ambre over that dull skank, Daisy. I am remiss, I'll admit. I simply need to catch up on my viewing.
Tonight as Fang labored over reheating leftovers for our dinner, I sat glassy eyed on the couch and watched a few minutes of "Dancing With the Stars." I admit this show does little for me--it's high camp at best. However, watching this dross tonight revealed some benefit. A fine piece of eye candy embodied in Miami Dolphins team member, Jason Taylor. What's more, this tall drink of water can dance. His hips were moving in ways that left me breathless. Yowzee.
Me Like.
A definite upside to Monday evening television.
4 comments:
I kinda thought Michael Johns was a poser. I still miss Chickezie, actually. But David Cook is keeping me entertained. He's kind of making that Taylor Hicks style American Idol transformation from dorky to maybe even hot.
Definitely doesn't do it for me. Maybe he has a sister?
My goodness, look at those bulging veins! Good eye you've got there, CW.
You have a thing for reality stars named Taylor. Admit it.
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