I'm surprised that I cared

I blame living in LA. I've always been intrigued by celebs and their crazy lives, self-induced as it may be. Typically if a situation gets too much attention and becomes over-exposed for no reason then I get turned off. I try to avoid the story and make fun of it with family and friends. But for some reason I couldn't move past one part of a big annoying story. Who was the Anna Nicole baby daddy? I was fascinated and waited, impatiently I might add, to get the news. I didn't want it to be Howard or Prince Van NutJob or really even Larry. Though I suspect the latter is the lesser of the three evils. Truly I wanted it to be some wacky situation like frozen sperm from J. Howard Marshall whom (who?), oddly as it seems, she was absolutely in love with according to her diary. Oh well. I'm glad Larry's got the baby even though I think I saw faint dollar signs in his eyes. I just hope that in 15 years we aren't hearing reports of a crack addicted Dannilynn who is selling herself to make ends meet because her biological father found some way to make off with her trust.



Ann, this one is for you...

I think Wednesday will be ButlerDay. I saw an interview where he said he felt like a Chippendales dancer in the costume from 300.