It's Monday again, and after a night of howling winds and snow I awoke to yet another dreary, wintry morning. Gotta love Mass, where it's winter for 10 months and too expensive to live in!
Anyway, I watched the Oscars for about 10 insufferable minutes. Why, in the name of all that is holy, was Hugh Jackman picked as the host? Though I love celebs, read People.com voraciously, and covet Jennifer Aniston's hair, I cannot stand award shows. I didn't even see any of the films represented this year, as they were all maudlin, obvious and self-important. How come "Twilight" wasn't recognized by the Academy? Robert Pattison in a tux would have made the show worth watching!
As promised, here is the bad joke of the day:
With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person, which almost went unnoticed last week.
Larry LaPrise, the man who wrote 'The Hokey Pokey' died peacefully at the age of 93. The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin. They put his left leg in. And then the trouble started.
Shut up. You know it's funny.
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4 comments:
bwahaha - I love it!
Courtney, Edward was there. You missed him :(
Love It.
Robert Pattison was one of the presenters... he was there in a tux.
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