That just thinking about the words "jazz hands" makes me Liz (see 30 Rock obsession prev. post) in my pants?
That I persist in trying to find a Lean Cuisine that pairs well with Shiraz?
That this man is a national hero?
That I just spent more on the goshdang pillow than on the whole goshdang antique Italian bed for teen Liberace?
That I want to punch the "manly woods" poster maker man in the groin?
Thought so. But I still wanted to check.