Did y'all see the Grammy's last night? I actually saw them about 2am this morning, (Thank You DVR) because Connor decided that he didn't want to go back to sleep when he woke up in the middle of the night.
I have only a few comments.
Dear Kelly Clarkson, you have got to appear on at least one awards show with a speech. You know, something besides your traditional, "Ohmygod. Ohmygod. I won. I'm crying. I'm crying on national TV. Ohmygod. I won. Thanks. Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod." Like totally. You thanked your publist twice and most likely because, he must have quite the job keeping the world from thinking you are a total dumb-ass.
Dear Gwen Stephanie, You are beautiful. Why were you wearing leopard print drapes? I know you are pregnant and believe me I understand the whole hormonal thing, but why did Gavin let you out of the house like that? You could have done so much better, girl.
Dear Bono, Wow. You are so hot, I can't even think of anything else to write about you.
Dear Bruce Springsteen, I'm so glad you are still alive. Thank you. Love the soul patch.
Dear Lead Singer of Green Day, Stop with the eyeliner already.
Dear Madonna, How are you in your mid fifties with legs like that? Go ahead and admit it on the dewchild blog girl, you're really an alien.
Dear Time Warner Cable, DVR, It's so fantastic to be able to ff through all of the commercials and condense a 3 hour show into an hour and 15 minutes. If it weren't for you, we would never be able to watch TV at all.
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