Yesterday I mentioned to LB that my Fun Event was going to be watching Thursday night TV, which I thought was very well-deserved since between moving, working, attempting to walk and having all of this fun, things have been a bit hectic. And, since two of the four shows feature women in a lead role, I argued, I’m also fulfilling a civic responsibility, while exemplifying, once again, that women can multi-task the crap out of just about anything. LB looked me in the eye, said “Lame”, and went to get our dinner.
Fine, my plan was a little lame. But you know what is not lame? My adoration for Joel McHale. I know, I know. The first thought that pops into all of your minds is “But, what about G.Love?” And readers, I have given this many, many hours of thoughtful contemplation and have come to the conclusion that there is room enough in my heart for both G. and Joel with a little left over for Becks, if he’s so inclined.
And what better way to convey my adoration than by trying to plant one on Joel every time he came on screen? I figured I’d pucker up a couple of times, LB would return with dinner and we’d settle in for a quiet evening with our stories. Except, turns out it’s not quite that easy…
The photo log presented here documents one woman’s descent into Crazy Town and should not be viewed by: ex-boyfriends, future employers, small children, Joel McHale, G. Love (or Special Sauce for that matter), people who suffer from heart conditions, anyone over the age of 25 or anyone under the age of 30.
A couple of noteworthy details:
-These are the photos where I look least crazy. If you can imagine. Please don’t.
-LB walked in in the middle of it all. He looked at me. He looked at Joel. He put his hand out for the camera.
-From here on out, you never again have to worry about taking a bad picture because I can guarantee I will have posted one on the Internet that is worse. It’s my gift to you. Go forth and grimace.
