I was going to write a post all about if I heard ONE MORE THING ABOUT THAT STINKIN TWLIGHT MOVIE, I'M GONNA CUT MY EARS OFF AND MAIL THEM TO KSTEW AND TELL HER TO QUIT MAKING MOVIES SO I CAN QUIT HEARING ABOUT THEM.

Ahem.

I actually texted a friend yesterday and said: Ok. It's official. I'm checking out of planet Earth until Twilight and Obama mania are both over.

She texted me back: Yeah, it would be nice but then I might miss Gosselin scoop and that just can't happen.

Touche, good friend. Touche.

So instead of writing a Twilight hatred post (PS I IN NO WAY think I am better than you if you like twilight. You're probably reading this somewhere scratching your head, saying, "No one but you cares about the Gosselins or Speidi anymore. DEAL WITH IT LADY."), I decided to tell you something kind of gross that happened to me today.

You are welcome for that.

I was at Marshall's. In the dressing room. Trying on clothes. With two children. Because I'm a glutton for punishment apparently. I looked down on the ground and saw that a bobby pin (at first I typed "booby pin" hee) had fallen out of my hair. So I picked it up and stuck it back in it's place.

A couple of hours later, we got home and I was taking my hair down. And I had an extra bobby pin in my hair. That pin I had picked up off the floor did not actually belong to me. I had been walking around with some unknown person's bobby pin in my hair for like two hours!

Everyone all together now: EWWWWWWWW!