Did anyone else see Christina fall tonight at the Grammy Awards? Yeesh.
My favorite Dirrty Girl is having a rough time of it. First she concentrated so hard on putting 4,835 vocal riffs into the two minutes it takes to sing our beloved National Anthem, that she forgot to sing the words correctly. Then she went to the Grammys and tripped while paying tribute to Aretha.
Well, Christina, dust yourself off girl. One time I sneezed and snot flew out of my nose in front of the cute boy I liked. Another time, I admitted on my blog that I like Christina Aguilera. See, we all do things that make us look asinine. Call up your old friend Britney and she can tell you all about the time she was photographed walking out of a nasty gas station bathroom, barefoot and throwing back Cheetos.
In other news, we are going to put our house back on the market again. Here is a picture of our front yard:
Any thoughts on where we should put the for sale sign? I've got some ideas. If I had a graphic of Mother Nature, I could show you were I'd like to put it using arrows. Then I'd like to find a graphic of the current housing market and show you with arrows where I would like to kick it. I'll give you a hint: I'd kick it in its crotch.
I've talked about this house before in this post. I know for a fact the house is trying to kill us, so look forward to many posts proving this as we maneuver through this horrific house selling process.
Also, during this time that our house is on the market, don't tell me if your house sells. I will probably create a graphic of you and show on my blog where I'd like to kick you. I'm super sweet like that.