Before shots of the house

A Million Little Embarrassments

This whole James Frey thing is so surreal.

First, I only knew him as the strange senior who used to kick me in the bum when I was a freshman in high school everytime he walked by me in the hall and call out, Wi-ley in this nasal voice.

Then, 15 years later he comes out with this book about how he's a druggie--which wasn't terribly hard to believe because he did have the reputation for being a burner...so I bought that.

Then he ends up on Oprah's Book Club.

And now he's a national pariah because he made up a bunch of stuff--including embellishing the horrible train accident that happened when I was in 8th grade, which I'm embarrassed I didn't catch when I read it.

And the worst part is...I'm jealous. When will I write a book that will humiliate St. Joseph, MI? When do I get to be a pariah? We've only had two books written about it...neither of which were flattering, and both of which had embellished facts...both apparently published by Nan Talese.

Maybe I should stick with fiction. I'll just write a "memoir"...where, let's see...I'm a heroin-addicted prostitute with a heart of gold.

Salinger, Party of Five?

I just got the best birthday/Chrismukkah/Festivus present ever.

Party of Five, Season 2 DVD. Thank you, Angelina, you Italian girl.

I hope it has the episode where Jennifer Love Hewitt is making copies and just starts randomly singing to apparently show off her amazing talent for Kinko's karaoke.

Designed to Sell Out--Our TV Debut

Okay, so we started taping the HGTV show, "Designed to Sell." You know this, most likely, because I can't stop talking about it...as fascinating as I'm sure it is to all of you. Kind of like the hubris of writing a blog.

The good news is, I think we're getting a new couch out of the deal. The bad news is, we now have a permanent record that I am a terrible housekeeper. The light fixture in our kitchen is filled to the brim with dead bugs, that I totally forgot to clean out before they started taping, and the realtor immediately points it out.

Yum.

Anyway, I'll post the before and after photos, so you can see the progress.

Napoleon = Abominable Snowman

Poor Napoleon lost his teeth.

One just fell out when he was staying with my parents, and another was wiggly, so elf who wanted to be a vet dentist, had to put him under and remove five of his top six little teeth and one of his bottom.

Poor little guy. And there's no doggie tooth fairy, either.