Last night I failed to mention that before The Crime Lady hands out a Beggin' Strip she ALWAYS asks, Is it okay for Jazzi to have a Beggin' Strip? She asks so sweetly and hopefully and demurely (that's right, Scary Crime Lady can be demure) that I don't say, No, of course I would not contaminate my Lil' Jazz' intestines with only God knows what ingredients. Instead, I say, Well, how nice, thank you very much. I'm such a WIIIIIIIIMP!!!

Tonight I was most interested in the Original Dance. That Indian number Davis and White shimmy to is a show-stopper. But the Canadians, whoa, they are the best, too. This is awful, two equally best teams, who also, they say, are best friends. I'm dreadfully afraid that Tanith Belbin and Ben Agosto are going to be left frozen on the ice. They're good, but maybe past their prime. No, I know what it is. They have awful costumes, IMHO. Really, they are WAY overdone and totally too schmancy and, quite frankly, ugly and in the way of the performance. Yes, the outfits have so distracted the judges that the judges simply slap down any old score in the end, one not fitting to the talent buried under brass buttons and braids to beat the band. Notice, please. Davis and White and the Canadians had LOVERLY costumes, yummy costumes. Beautiful, classy, simple, elegant. WHAT IS WRONG with Belbin and Agosto, they are blowing it big time, they should have called me in for consultation.

Let's not even discuss the Russian's excuse for an outfit. Whoa, my sister and I were texting and we were hardly flattering nor Christian in our expert assessment. As bad as Tanith and Ben's outfits were, they looked exquisite next to the freaky Aboriginal interpretation. And to think they toned it down because of the outcry.

I was supposed to be under the covers one hour and 36 minutes ago.

But I got depressed. A friend on Facebook is starting a blog. Her idea is to save money and help the rest of the world save money, too. It's a walk in the park for her to go to the drugstore and walk out swinging a sack of things worth $47.23. Except she only spent $4.67 on it. Dadgum.

So, I checked out her brand new blog. She's going to include other things on the blog, too, besides shopping, because she is constantly researching on the computer. You know, things like housekeeping, cooking, marriage, Christianity, raising children (she has two very small boys), decorating, creative writing, budgeting, couponing, fashion, diet, exercise, beauty, inspiration, entertainment, education, social networking, making money at home, organization. In other words, YOU NAME IT. Tell me, how does one woman have time to do all that? Just reading all that would leave me bereft of time to do any of it.

Okay, I'm still trying to figure out how to put two good days together. I wrote her immediately asking for her to start with a tutorial on time management for turkeys like, you know, KEM. I've seen her house and it blew my brains out, which mussied her house, dadgum. Just another marvelous woman in the world. Her blog is going to wind up real fancy, I can tell, in just four days she has posted all kinds of info and go-to sites and even a recipe. She is admittedly obsessive/compulsive. Once I took DTD'S unwanted American Girl dolls for this gal to e-Bay for me. She loves looking up prices and doing it just right. 'Cept her husband said she couldn't do it after all, he needed her to do other things. So, that was a crush, I worked hard throwing those dolls and accessories into bags and hauling them over to her house. I had to go pick them up and take them to the Santa House, for underprivileged little children.

Gots to go.

KEM, Flatter than EVER! That's right, after I scanned Pioneer Woman's website, I told CDW, I am now a KEMskin rug, flat as all get out. Because I feel so deflated reading how fabulous the rest of the world is. CDW feels the same way. She's really wonderful, but she doesn't think she is. Anyway, when she pretends to be a dud, it makes me feel better. I SO love CDW.