Thursday, November 18, 2010

A Very Felt Up Thanksgiving



Here are a few things we should all be thankful for:

We are not Phaedra's newborn child from "The Real Housewives of Atlanta."

We probably only have to hear that terrible Train song "Hey Soul Sister" about 1 million more times on commercials and in movies this holiday season, and then we can kill ourselves in a mass suicide, and we'll never hear it again. Yay! (Unless, of course, we're sent to Hell. Then that's all we'll hear for all eternity. Which wouldn't be that different from life on Earth circa 2010. So, kind of a toss up.)

We are not married to The Cult's Billy Duffy, unlike poor, terrified AJ Celi from "Married to Rock."

Yigit won "Top Chef Just Desserts." (Spoiler!)

No one can actually force us to explain who Kellan Lutz, Leighton Meester, or Avan Jogia are.

Tim Gunn's recent spate of delightful non-stop trash-talking about celebrities, which somewhat mitigates the miscarriage of justice that was this season's winner of "Project Runway."

On practically any night of the week we can watch "Swamp People," "Billy The Exterminator," "Ma's Roadhouse," or "Southern Fried Stings." If we have sweet, sweet cable.

Camille Grammer is, at some point this season on "The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills," going to find out on camera about Kelsey Grammer dumping her for a 26-year-old British flight attendant. (Normally this would not be such wonderful tv viewing, but if you've seen Camille...ye gods. If Katharine Heigl had a bitchy, entitled lovechild with Meg Whitman, it would be more likable than Camille.) At least, this is what I'm pinning all my hopes and dreams on. Bravo would never let me down, right? Right?

We have not been featured on "Hoarders," "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant," or "Intervention." Yet.

Kim Zolzciak exists.

And the #1 thing we have to be thankful for during this time of giving:



God bless us, every one!

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