Sarah Palin.  I am so sick of hearing about her that it actually pained me to type her name just now.  Her five kids with their stupid names (Track, anyone?), her moosehunting (never, ever trust a woman who claims to “love” to hunt/fish/insert other guy activity here), her rimless Kawasaki custom-made eyeglasses (isn’t Kawasaki a motorcycle?).

I wish she would just go back to Alaska, seal herself in an igloo, and never come out again.  Really, I do.

Now, my mother, on the other hand–she thinks SP should be, not the vice-president but the PRESIDENT of the United States.  She loves her.  Can’t get enough of her.  Thinks she’s the best thing since the Chi flat iron.  Which as those of you who have experienced the magical joy of a Chi iron know, is a HUGE compliment. 

We’ve agreed to disagree since my mother is clearly delusional that’s the adult thing to do.

All that being said, there is one good thing about Sarah Palin.  Her name is Tina Fey.  (SNL is funny again!! Yay!)

 In other news, we went to see Beverly Hills Chihuahua over the weekend.  I know, I know.  But how can you resist this?

Can you say totally adorable?

And I’m almost embarassed to admit this, but the guy in BHC is kind of cute too.

Hmmmn, do I have a new boyfriend?