Last night, in protest that Ace was not sent home from American Idol, I took a stand and shaved my beard off.
Okay, one has naught to do with the other but it serves two purposes. It keeps things all about me and lets me explain my pleasure at seeing Ace in the bottom 3 again.
I think I find it so enjoyable because each time they say his name, he forgets to try and make love to America with his eyes, he stops smiling and goes pale(r). He's too busy gripping his little toque and taking a pee on national television. I love that.
So Lisa got the boot. She had a great attitude about it and one that will serve her well when she gets the call that Carnival Cruises hired Paris instead.