Being the conservative multi-mix American mutt little house-wifey poo who likes to write novels and essays and absolutely abhorrent poetry, naturally I am ready to settle down tonight to watch "Idol."  I mean, after all, my brain is not expected to be able to handle more than that so, I co-operate.

Tonight the "idols" are to sing songs written in the year they were born.  All I can say is, there really is a God because, were I a contestant, the world would have to listen to "Too Old to Cut the Mustard" by Rosemary Clooney and I don't think it would go over well although.......................Simon would give me a thumbs up on appropriate song choice!  Yeah, and, since I'm a blonde, because "I'm worth it," my hair would look all purple like Anthony's and I really don't have the biceps to pull it off......

Oh, well.  I guess I'll just watch it and wait for "House" to come on.  I have a secret crush on House, you know.   He's old enough, walks with a cane, so I can keep up with him.   Ho boy!