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Ding dong, the mullet is gone

He couldn't take it anymore and he conceded that, yes, he was sporting a mullet in the making. So, he let ME fix it! You can officially add hair stylist to my list of talents (because, I know you're keeping score). I don't have the after shot, but here's the approximate cut-off point.

American Idol and my gambling habit

I don't actually have a gambling habit, but Homer loves to participate in all things gambling, especially sports pools. In a (condescending) effort to "help the wives understand" the sports pool obsession, his bookie (not really a bookie, just the guy who runs the pools and refers to himself as the Supreme Benev0lent Dictat0r - I kid you not) set up Survival Idol. Homer signed me up. Here are the rules:

1. Each week after the performances (but before the results show) you have to pick someone who is NOT going home.

2. The catch is that you can NEVER pick that person again.

3. If your person makes it through, you're in. If not, you're out.

So, the strategy each week is to try and predict who will be eliminated the following week - or who is second worst this week.

I haven't really followed Idol since the Clay/Ruben year, so I had to work hard to get back into it (Paula is a nut job). This week my top three are: Carly, Brooke and Michael. My bottom three are: David H., Syesha and Ramiele. I'm thinking David H. is going, so I was going to bet on Syesha. Thoughts?

When the kids are away, mom and dad will...

...secretly thin out the toys in the playroom. Lisa and Bart are spending some quality time with my parents (and having a ball!) and the playroom thing is not something I can do with Lisa around. Bart will happily purge toys (he gets that from me), but Lisa attaches a meaning and memory to everything and cannot bring herself to get rid of anything (she gets that from Homer). After one big bag of garbage and two big bags of donations, the playroom is still packed, but at least a little more manageable. It's hard to decide what things can go when there are things that are too young for Lisa, but still too old for Maggie.

Maggie as an only child

Speaking of Maggie, she does not like being an only child. She keeps asking "where my guys?" and "guys come home now?" The house is a lot more subdued with them gone. I didn't really realize how much they entertain her. I miss them too but I don't begrudge their "vacation." I spoke to them on the phone on Monday night and last night and they reminded me that I was to pick them up Thursday night, NOT day. I get it, Grandma and Grandpa are fun, we are not.

The end.