I don’t have much to say today, but as always, I spent my life in front of the tube last night. So I’ll just tell you what I saw.

First was this beautiful piece choreographed by my other husband, Wade Robson. (Please see Flickr for proof. He is clearly in love with me.) I got that they were both foxes, but Bryan had to explain to me the rest of it. While the judges poo-poohed it for being too artsy, I thought the control shown by the dancers and the attention to detail was phenomenal.

Second was the boys’ final piece, choreographed by Mia Michaels. Honestly, I’m not always a fan of Mia, but I LOVED this piece. I wasn’t impressed with the “fight choreography” (I thought it was sloppy), but the characterization in the opening is PHENOMENAL. Two princes, battling for the throne of dance.. it was fabulous.

Thirdly, Top Chef made me so proud last night. Last night was the challenge that all teams inevitably suck at.. they had to run a restaurant. And not even a full-scale restaurant, but a limited-menu, presat dining area. This is the one episode of Top Chef where I can feel superior, because the failures ALWAYS happen at the front of the house. And I think, “Man, they so need me there.”

On a final note of Top Chef: I love it when restaurants that I dine at are featured on the show. But why in the WORLD can you not visit that restaurant afterwards and order the winning dish? Why can’t I go to ColdStone and buy a peach cobbler ice cream dish? Or go to Red Robin and buy a burger like the one CJ created? I’m just saying..

This is a well-written article on something that most people just won’t do.  I did it — eventualy — and maybe you should, too.

Poor, poor Sarah.  I know.  She was such a MESS yesterday, wasn’t she?  How hard it must be to have a worry-free pregnancy, alongside a husband who adores her, in the best neighborhood ever, driving her new car, and dining on bon-bons all the time?

(Okay, I made the last part up.  I have no sweet tooth during pregnancy.. oddly.)

I felt horrible about that post ALL DAY after I wrote it yesterday.  Who am I to complain?  EVERYONE is hot.  Everyone is suffering in this heat wave.  And I have absolutely no reason to bitch.  I know that.  But I have no control over any of my emotions.  That part of pregnancy s-u-c-k-s.  But I want you to know, once I hit “Publish” on all of my asonine whining, I instantly regretted it.

And I don’t blame Barry Bonds.  I know better.

One thing I DO wish is that my job had a tad more flexibility.  For instance, my last occupation had me strolling in whenever I woke up.  I have a morning tag-up every morning in this new job, in which I have to compile a package.  So it’s likely I’ll get in no later than 7:30.  But I wouldn’t mind a little flexibility in that, so I could.. you know.. sleep sometimes.  For instance, I was proactive yesterday and did everything I would need to do this morning (which was a blessing, because it involves pieces I need being published at an early enough hour to gather), so I slept till 7.  It was blissful.  But as I was driving in, there was a dog running around — scared — in Five Points.  Literally.. he was circling the street of Andrew Jackson at rush hour.  He had tags, and was obviously an escapee.. but I didn’t have time to stop.  I cried on the way to work, because I am such a horrible human being that I couldn’t stop and help a lost animal.

I will worry about that damn dog all day.

This morning, we find out that our tag-up will now be moved thirty minutes EARLIER.  I was too tired to even argue.  We’ll see how that goes.