I watched my first and hopefully last American Idol last night. After all, it's pretty clear who's going to win. Want me to tell you?
Sue told me she didn't want to read about this in the blog. Tough. You made me break a vow, girl.
My sister Tina came home from the hospital yesterday, so we all congregated at her house to chat, until my sister Sue announced that she simply had to watch American Idol.
So I stuck around with Linda and brother Mike to watch.
I amused myself by being the annoying brat brother. (The role came back so easily.)
"Is that Susan Boyle?"
"So when is Susan Boyle coming on?"
"Did Susan Boyle color her hair red?"
"I want Susan Boyle!"
To borrow from Simon Cowell, it was pretty 'wet.' But I can see how it can be addicting to watch.
But really, is there any doubt who's Teacher's Pet?
I don't know anything about what's gone on before, but as an outside observer, it was like watching a pro among amateurs. He's got a whole "Gay Elvis" vibe going. I just had to laugh when he sashayed down those steps.
Our society is doomed.
12 hours ago