I'm on the Hot Tamale Train...Wooo Wooo!

I don't know if I've ever mentioned how much I adore So You Think You Can Dance. I love it lots. LOTS and LOTS.

I would love to be a dancer myself, but alas, I never really took any dancing lessons as a kid. So I do the next best thing. I watch dancing, and sway back and forth on the couch. This year I got my hubby to watch the show with me. Thank God for cute blondes, or I would never be able to get him to do so.

The finale just aired. And I loved it. Hubby's voting for the hot blonde right now....or his Kay Kay as he calls her. I'm torn. While I do love Kayla, I think Jeanne may be the winner. She just hit it out of the park. If not her then Brandon. Sorry America, I'm pretty sure, Evan is #4.

Of course I am going to keep my feeling from my hubby (well until he reads this blog entry). Here's why. At the end of the show Nigel also expressed while he thinks Kayla is a fabulous dancer he believes either Brandon or Jeanne is going to win.

My hubby turned to me, phone on his ear, hit redial for the seventh time, and said "Not if I have anything to do with it ASSHOLE!"

My life is hilarious. I love it. If only I could dance, it would be completely perfect.

Oh...and one more thing I forgot to mention. I am also obsessed with Cat Deeley. I want to be her friend. I feel like maybe, just maybe, if we were friends, she could somehow pass on some of her height and beauty to me. I mean, if I had a few more inches, I could be skinny and well..... skinny. Cat would realize that, cause she just looks so nice.....and Brittish. Brilliant.