Sometimes I pick up bad habits, and then have a terrible time giving them up. My longest running bad habit has to be the misuse of the powerful and highly addictive stimulant ... Dr. Pepper. (Thought I was going to say something else there, did ya?)
This winter, I traded my DP habit for an equally damning Starbucks habit. I thought I was getting better, but I was just deluding myself! Damn you caffeine! Damn you to hell!
Not to be overly dramatic, but when I find something I really like, I don't give it up easily. For example, it took a long time for me to stop rolling my pants. And those of you in your 30s know exactly what I'm talking about!
Eventually my sister Jenn had to say, "Look, that's retarded and out of style. Stop doing it." My legs felt naked for months. But I digress.
Last year I watched American Idol. I didn't want to. I hate the reality TV phenom. The hubby likes to laugh at the terrible auditions at the beginning of each season. But last year, I was a little taken by a 16-year old contestant whose voice reminded me of Ella Fitzgerald and Billie Holiday.
This season, my vote is for the chubby guy. He's not the best singer ever. He's certainly no Paris. But he is even, can keep a pitch and has a wicked sense of humor. Please note the response to his question about pre-show activities and lucky charms.
I have a soft spot for the chubby guys anyway. They always look so nice to hug. I just want to squish his cheeks until he squeaks.
I need help...
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There's nothing bad about a good chubby...er...I mean a chubby guy. They make great La-Z Boy chairs, especially after you've had a few and most of them are really laid back and fun to be around.
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