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Love this. Am I the only woman on the planet who thinks JB is a cutie-patootie? Can I get an amen from the choir? Ah, screw you. I just think funny guys are sexy as hell. In case you were in a cave this week, the rocker guy won on "Idol" - NICE. If the baby-faced guy had won, I would have sworn off "Idol" forever.

In other news, I've lost another six pounds. That makes for 19 pounds total. My pants are falling down if I don't wear a belt. DH told me the other day that my shoulders are smaller - gee, thanks. Why not tell me that my boobs are shrinking too? I love a compliment as much as any gal, but jeez.

The girls' birthday was this week - I think they had a great day. I brought cupcakes, juice boxes and goody bags to school (I bought the cupcakes...shhh - don't tell anyone I didn't bake 'em - I couldn't take the shame). Miss Princess came home wearing a Dora birthday hat, and didn't take it off. She wanted to wear it in the bath, she wanted to wear it to bed...I finally had to hide the damn thing. My babies are FOUR - jeez.

Had a weird scare this week: I was going out to run errands when a locksmith's van pulls up. The guy jumps out and tells me that he has orders to change the locks on my house. First I think, "could DH be divorcing me??...nah..." I tell the guy he's made a mistake and he leaves. But I'm totally paranoid now. I'm in the party store, picking out stuff for the goody bags when I get a call from DH. He tells me that he just got a call from our alarm company, that there's an alarm condition in the house -- in short, someone is attempting to break into our house. I drop everything and run out of the store like my hair is on fire; my adrenaline is pumping and I'm shaking so bad that I can barely dial my cell phone. The alarm company tells us that they're sending the police, and I call my dad (a retired NYPD detective). When I pull up to the house, my father is up against the side of my house, with his .22 in his hands, like he's right out the Mod Squad. I get into the house, cancel the alarm, and my dad and I search the house - nothing. Its a false alarm, so I begin trying to figure out what caused it.

You won't believe this.

My mom got the girls huge life-size Minnie Mouse balloons for their birthday party. The cat got tangled up in the balloons, and set off the motion detector. Nothing like a false alarm to give you some more grey hairs. I'll be visiting my stylist in the near future for a touch up on my dye job.