Hi, there. I’m watching American Idol. Some people are super talented. Some people just need to tweeze. (Their eyebrows. Not their voices. I don’t think you can tweeze your voice.)

We’re watching American Idol because Amy was speaking favorably about it at dinner, because Dinner with Friends is something James and I are apparently doing semi-regularly now. Have I mentioned that Amy bakes a bitchin’ brownie? And will randomly repeat the funniest snippets of conversation half to herself, just when you think she’s not listening? It’s adorable. If you haven’t had her brownies or heard her hilarious mutterings, you’re really missing out. And aren’t you tired of your half-empty life? Yes, yes you are. Work on that.

Now James and I are home, talking about what lovely friends we have (Jason and Allison were also in attendance) and watching Ellen be less funny than we expected. Simon Scowl seems to be abating all the fun energy I remember there being on the show. Maybe if Ellen were drunk, like Paula always seemed to be. Or if they let her dance! That would be lovely.

Apologies for being so brief. Just thought I’d blow the dust off this site and say hello again. “Hello, again.”

Also, Ellen and her make-up… She’s a cutie, no?

-M.