Okay, first of all, I’m not a fan of award shows. I love movies and music and fashion, but I could care less about the actual show. I know, I’m a heathen. Shoot me.

Anyway, we flipped the channel just in time to see The Police reunite. Holy shit. I think I peed a little. I don’t care how old Sting is…he’s freaking hot. I mean, uber hot. He’s the kinda hot that makes hot seem cold.

He’s so hot he’s HAWT.

And he can sing, too.

Then we flipped back to Extreme Home Makeover. Now, I like this show, but c’mon, they need to quit hitting us over the head with how much the deserving family deserves the house. Ty talks in his “serious” voice and I roll my eyes. Sorry, I’m a bitch like that. I get that this is serious, but honestly, I get the picture. Just build the house. That’s what we all really wanna see.

Anyway, Ty put on his serious voice, so we flipped back to the Grammy’s. And just in time to see The Dixie Chicks perform. Now, I love these women. The song kicked ass and they all looked awesome.

And somebody ought to be nicer to Stevie Wonder. I’m happy he won a Grammy, but his coat was ugly as sin. His stylist ought to be shot. He’s blind, for God’s sake. He can’t tell you “No, that’s ugly as shit.” I guess his stylist must be blind, too.

Then we flipped back to EHM only to find out that my man Ed was injured. Sorry I missed it Ed, I wouldn’t have, but Ty had a bad case of serious voice this show and we couldn’t stomach it. The thing we love about Ed is that he reminds us of our Brummie Boy. He says things like “brover” for “brother” and “wif” instead of “with” and it makes us miss Simon.

Now I’m watching Justin Timberlake, who I have admitted, I would rob the cradle for. But this is probably it for the night.

Desperate Housewives and Brothers and Sisters here I come…