It’s pretty regular for me to think of names that I could have christened my dog with, but each time I look at him, I don’t think he could be called anything other than Little Riley Fancy Pants. Or Pantsy. Dare I tell you all that Clay was one of the names in the running? Yeah, I didn’t think so.
Speaking of American Idol…
I blessed the power of having a Tivo and two TVs, so I was able to quite a bit of the A.I. results show. You all watched it, too, or you wouldn’t be reading. Instead of a recap, you get my top five highlights of the season finale:
- Kevin Covias singing whatever the hell that pussycat song is called.
- PRINCE PERFORMING.
- Taylor winning and skipping a lame acceptance speech by acknowledging the Soul Patrol.
- Elliott. And his mom. I can’t wait until the three of us get together to have homemade ice cream and talk about good times.
- CLAY AIKEN PERFORMING. Even if it was with the biggest douchebag of all time.
I’ve already downloaded (legally, I might add) the CD for this season. I’ll buy CDs from a few of the boys and girls as they release them. And I’ll be BFF with Elliott Yamin 4-EVA. And Chris can come hang out with us sometimes, too.
Now I can have my life back on Tuesdays and Wednesdays!