
Those are the words my son uttered (with shame and distain, I might add) to me last week...
...after making the announcement that I called in my votes to Dancing with the Stars...not once, not twice, but 12 times. (did I just say that out loud?)
I couldn't help it. I felt compelled. This is the first time I've ever done anything like this.
Really...
I swear.
No, REALLY...I'm not that kind of girl.
But I was possessed. I had to vote. I didn't think I could live with myself had my favorite been voted off, and I didn't even vote.
It's no secret I love American Idol. But this season of Dancing with the Stars has captured my heart (and my funny bone). Yeah, that's right, MY HEART.
I love Adam Carolla. He's hysterical. He grew up in the San Fernando Valley. He grew up very close to where I did, but even closer to where Mr. Cruisin did.
His haunts were Mr. Cruisin's haunts as a kid. In fact, he is practically my husband's clone, if my husband was Italian, had his own radio show, was on Dancing with the Stars, had a new movie out, was best buddies with Jimmy Kimmel and Dr. Drew Pinsky, and about 13 years younger.
Okay, so maybe not his clone. But Carolla cracks me up.
Mr. Cruisin cracks me up.
Daily life is not always easy. Laughter pulls us through, don't you think?
So, this season of Dancing with the Stars is providing me with the best medicine...dancing, laughter, and the chance to unwind on my couch without having to think.
And thanks to Adam Carolla...I have done the unthinkable...
I VOTED on a reality show.
(did I just say that out loud?)