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So... it's been a hard week for me.
First, I have been battling a stomach bug for about a week. No fun.
Then, my previously sweet, compliant, willing, happy 15 month old decides this is the week to learn the word "no" and to use it as much as possible.
Finally, my husband had call this past weekend, so I have practically not seen him since last Wednesday. Which means I have been a single-stay-at-home mom to a 15 month old rebellious twit, all the while feeling like I could puke at any moment.
So is it asking too much for a bright spot in my week- my beloved American Idol- to bring some much needed sunshine?
Apparantly.
There I sat on the sofa last night, with my favorite blanket, my Sprite, and my crackers, hoping beyond hope for something to smile about.
I should have known this would not go my way when the show opened with Randy yawning.
Let's just say that starting with Amanda Overmyer's hair and following that with Kristy Lee's warbling voice did nothing to soothe my jittery stomach. Even the prospect of Little David Cupcake could not calm things down.
Thus, I gave up after one song and went to bed. I could go back and watch it today, but it sounds like why bother?
If there is one saving grace, at least we all know there are no Beatle songs left to sing.
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