"You're going to need your soul someday Wendy, and you won't have it!"

So I totally had every intention of doing a Friday Fun, but we were real busy at work. Then I was going to upgrade to at least a weekend thing or something and of course I've had my take on the NHL situation roughed out for about a week and there's another bit I've been trying to make come together about NJ and me and the beauty of being annoying. . . .

But Saturday I was derailed by a migraine and spent most of the day in bed. Then Sunday! Oh the drama! This team of terrorists broke in to the house and forced us at gunpoint to watch a Project Runway marathon on Bravo!

Yeah, I made that up. Um, the part about the terrorist, that is. We totally spent nine hours in front of the TV. My entire brain today has been taken over by this show. I can't believe Austin didn't make it to Fashion Week! I love Austin. I mean, sure, it took me maybe three shows to determine for certain if he was a man or a woman but still--Austin's out and Wendy goes to fashion week?

Wendy, just so you know, is the epitome of that adage about being chased by a lion. At no point in any of the challenges was she faster than the lion but she always managed to be just a little faster than the slowest antelope. She can barely dress herself, much less design an entire collection! And she's, like, the evilest, vilest, wench in the history of reality tv.

So--Wednesday night, my house, two hour series finale? I'll make popcorn! Who's with me?