Let the flames be a metaphor for our love
Friday, June 18, 2010 An angel named Suzy flew down from heaven yesterday to email me hot-off-the-presses pictures of Jeff and Jenni at El Pollo Loco's annual grilling competition. She reported that they were super-nice and that Jenni asked to try on one of the mascot costumes. My heart swells with joy.
Thank you, Suzy, from the bottom of my desperate, aching heart.
In other news:
A few of you have been busting my chops for flaking out on the recaps. It is true, I have been lax in my duties to you and I feel tremendous guilt and shame. I want you to know that this blog is a labor of love, and the bulk of the recaps are written after 10pm. Sometimes during this late night time slot, I am forced to attend to urgent business on facebook, such as looking at pictures of people I haven't spoken to since junior high. On other nights, I find that it is a better use of my time to lay completely immobile on the couch while watching Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives.
It's not that I don't care about you, it's just that I often find it difficult to get shit done late at night. If recapping was my day job, I would churn it OUT for you. Yes I would. But for now, I will continue to be inconsistent with the recaps and to exercise my God-given right to ignore Real Housewives of New Jersey. Except for this.
Oh stop! You know you wish you could work a pole like that.
Thanks for reading; I really do appreciate it. Crazy blazing ass-burning chicken love to all of you.