One ugly right handed thumb down.

Today the phone did not wake me up. FINALLY! So, what woke me on this glorious Tuesday you ask? This might sound kinda out there, but listen to me. I am your elder. (Well, except you DT and Erin of course.) True story, a male painter taping plastic over my windows woke me up from the dream I was having about winning on sports betting, legal of course. Good morning peeping Tomas! I felt so violated…haha…I immediately thought of Dexter and his “kill rooms” adorned with plastic. Yikes. Speaking of yikes, my thumb is still gross. A friend of mine, who says I mention her too much, says she thinks my thumb nail will fall off. I beg to differ but if it does, believe I will have a Lee press-on thumb nail so don’t even make fun. My thumb may be my best asset so I have to keep my eye on it to make sure it doesn’t get too fugly. But it’s close to being there.

As pathetic as this is (Yes, I am aware of how pathetic this may sound.) I sooo can’t wait for the Housewives of Hotlanta finale tonight. 20 minutes away to be exact. Just as I say, “Noooo, don’t leave me Hotlanta” the Househo’s of OC will be back on Tuesday. Haha, Mike is so screwed. Hey, Sunday football for him and trash TV for me. Don’t judge. On a side note, the commercials they are playing over and over on Bravo right now are KILLING me! If I have to hear Padma from Top Chef (which I do NOT watch) say, “I (pause) spit (pause) it (pause) in my (pause) napkin” one more time…I f-ing swear…

One good-looking left handed thumb up to the Nuggets who kicked the shit out of the Bucks tonight. Sorry…I just have to give props where props are due. Word to your mother.