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Sunday Night Chez Nous

America's Got Talent is interesting. Sometimes in that I-can't-look-away sense. Sometimes in that heartwarming-story sense, and sometimes in that Dang-they-good sense. I hate the first and refuse to give them any extra airplay...some people need a friend to tell them that they are not as good as they think and/or slightly delusional. And they need to learn to listen.

My favourites from the episode Nadine and I watched (some of) tonight (while drinking red wine and hoping we both sleep through the night for a change).


Introducing, THE SH'BOSS BOYS!

"We was listenin' to the wadio and we started wapping."


Also, I just want this guy to win at life. What a sweetheart.

Me: "It's kind of nice to hear this song without any images of abused animals accompanying it."

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  1. Those kids are so cute I could FALL OVER.

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  2. Did the wine work? Contrary to popular belief wine seems to make me unable to fall asleep :( But hey, who needs sleep!

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  3. ariana - i know, right? let's just hope that confidence is well-used and not abused in ten years.

    jenn - i don't think so... my next attempted solution is going to be buying a fan for white noise. i have high hopes that it will do the trick.

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  4. Anonymous8:06 PM

    Actually, I've been told that wine (or any alcohol) may make you temporarily sleepy, but once it hits your bloodstream and gets metabolized (in about 20 min to half an hour) it will actually wake you up. Fun times. . .

    Have you tried Valerian? It's a herb (which you can find in pill form) which works well for me when I'm having sleeping problems. If nothing else, it calms my stressed-out anc constantly working mind and helps keep me asleep.

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