Apparently my shit has not totally been gathered.  So in the meantime, enjoy this little piece of work:

*snort*. 

PETA cracks me up in one of those can’t-stop-watching-the-train-wreck kind of ways.  While this ‘PSA’ is too steamy to be shown on MTV, it will start airing in Seattle on KSTW-TV. 

Never underestimate Seattle’s willingness to live on the edge.

When I used to travel all the freaking time for work, my favorite airplane read was People magazine.  Easy read, not too much thinking involved.  My kind of stuff. 

Anywhoo, in a freak “buy something from my kid’s school fund-raiser or else” episode, I’m now the proud owner of a subscription.  No comments, Kristina, we’ve already established that I’m not known for my literary choices.  Hence the reason Book Club never got off the ground, I think.  But I digress.  Again.

I just got around to reading the Tori Spelling issue, where the main attraction was an interview with her about her newly published book (no comment, except to say that’s one I will not be reading), and her second pregnancy.  One of the pictures in the article was from her wedding with Dean McDermott.  You know, your standard, on the beach in Fiji, barefoot and happy posed wedding picture.  Not sure why I noticed this, but I.SWEAR.TO.GOD that Dean was rocking a French pedicure in the picture. 

 That’s a little much Metrosexual for me.

**  I scoured the Internets for an online pic of this, and unfortunately my cleaning lady took the issue today when she worked hard for her money cleaning my sty of a house while teaching the dog Portuguese, or I would have scanned it.  I wish I could get your opinion on this, cuz it’s totally creepy.

Dammit.  Now I have that Donna Summer song in my head.  With a Portuguese accent.