I have a million things I could be doing right now. I could go wash last night's dishes. I could put away the laundry. I could be knitting my cable scarf (which is almost done!) or starting on another hat. I could be making dinner. I could be plucking my eyebrows.
What am I doing? You may be wondering. Well, for the last hour I have been downloading $25.00 worth of songs from iTunes and looking at pictures of bios of this fine specimen:
Come to mama. That's right. Matthew Morrison. If you haven't hopped on the Glee! train yet, I must insist that you go now and buy your ticket. I don't watch much teevee anymore these days, but I absolutely LOVE this show. Maybe it's because it's so cute and kitschy you can't help but love it. Maybe it's because I'm a former choir nerd.
Personally, I believe that this guy is 98% of the reason I tune in every Wednesday (except last night - World Series was on - stupid baseball messing up everything). The show is cute and funny and the musical numbers are great, if not a little cheesy but it's about Show Choir, so you expect some cheese. But Matthew Morrison (Will Shuester) is adorable and endearing. Every time he starts to sing or dance, I swoon. That's right, I actually SWOON. Pitter patter. Hello, sir. Please would you like to sing and dance with me? Many thanks. Me loves you.
This is all I've got to show for the past hour, kids. These three pictures and the following songs:
Bruce Springsteen - Born to run
Carly Simon - You're so vain
Diana Ross - Ain't no mountain high enough
Drexy's Midnight Runners - Come on Eileen
Tears for Fears - Head over heels
Toto - Africa
Heaven - Bryan Adams
I'm on an 80s kick. So sue me.
I'm off to make it look like I've been productive before The Cowboy comes home and sees the giant ass print in the couch and iTunes bill.