It’s the beginning of the month, and therefore my busiest time at the office. I tend to be fairly absent from the blogosphere during the first week of the month, and this week has been no exception. My apologies to everyone who has been waiting with bated breath for my next post.

Lucky for y’all, you won’t have to wait any longer…

Do you guys ever watch Maury Povich? I mean, sit down and really watch the show? I don’t either…usually. But that changed Monday afternoon. Maury was doing another ‘baby daddy’ show where the momma is convinced the her ex-husband-who’s-shackin’-up-with-that-skanky-ho is the baby daddy. And Maury sits next to momma and pats her knee and talks to her in his serious voice as the ex-husband and the skanky ho sit across from them yelling vulgarities…while Maury reads the paternity results. And wouldn’t you know it? The ex-husband-who’s-shackin’-up-with-that-skanky-ho is not the baby daddy.

Chaos and drama follows while the momma runs off stage and the skanky-ho yells more vulgarities and the ex-husband celebrates.

Same ol’, same ol’, right?

Not this week…because Maury and momma were testing man #17 to find out if he was in fact, the baby daddy.

Yes, the 17th man.

It just makes me hurt thinking about it. Maybe KY should seriously consider advertising during that show…or being a sponsor. Along with Johnson and Johnson. Or maybe even Trojans…of course, if condom makers started advertising on the show, Maury might soon be out of a job…

In other news, The Smart Bitches have magically brewed up another controversy over in their little slice of the blogosphere. Maybe that should be the Bitchosphere. It started with this benign bitchfest over the lack of wit this cover model displayed during an interview. (if you have time, watch the interview…it’s pretty entertaining) Now, I was inclined to ignore the dim factor of said cover model because A: my eye candy doesn’t have to be smart and B: who am I to throw stones, I’ll probably sound pretty stupid myself when I have my first interview.

Of course, I’ll never be dim enough to say something as ridiculous as:

If it comes from God we have to eat it

I mean, we all say stupid things every once in a while, right? (okay, maybe not that stupid, but I’m trying to cut Mr. Cover Model a break. I’m sure he knew what he meant…)

But then said eye candy (or someone posing as him) decided to post a scathing comment to the blog. What a fool. The bitches picked up that stick and ran around the room with it. Go on, read the letter. I’ll wait.

Let me say it again–what a fool. Seriously. What was he thinking? If the person who left that comment isn’t Mr. Cover Model, then he’s possibly done some serious damage to Mr. Cover Model’s rep. If the person who left that comment is Mr. Cover Model…then dim bulb doesn’t even begin to describe him…

That’s all for tonight. I’m off to open a lovely bottle of Pinot Noir and finish reading Red Lily. (Thank you, Nora Roberts for being able to write such vivid characters and making it so that I am compelled to read 3 books in 3 days. God I hope one day I can write like that…)