... is wrecked. Jack-knifed. Totaled. Beyond Repair. Perez Hilton's open letter to Britney says it all, but wow, that was reeaallllyyy bad! The best part about the "performance" was seeing the "what the eff? " faces in the audience on the likes of 50 Cent and Diddy. That was priceless. And in her heinous get up, she even made me feel good about the state of my body. Seriously. I even stood in front of my full length mirror in my bra and panties afterword and contemplated how OK I look in comparison. Of course, the badness before my eyes also led me to have one more glass of wine than I should have, so I'll blame those calories on Brit! Yes, I'll probably still belt out "gimme gimme...gimme more..." when it comes on in the car. Though I may want to be careful when I'm carting Leila around because that's not necessarily a refrain I want to hear out of her mouth regularly. The latest lyrics she picked up from my driving performances were those to Umbrella. It's a trip to do the "ella, ella, ella eh eh eh"s with her. And aside from watching garbage on TV (we did do some quality Rome watching as well - there is some unbelievable shizz going down in season 2!) the most fun I had all weekend was using my Dyson. Trust me. You don't know how amusing and satisfying it is to vacuum cobwebs out of hard to reach corners until you've done so with a Dyson. There was some marathon play dough play in the mix as well. I think I'm good and ready for the temperatures to get just a little bit cooler so we can start doing some fun outdoor outings like apple picking.
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