Holy crap, Liz is a mom!

I know we've had about 8 months to prepare for this, and yes, I have seen Liz looking extremely pregnant and even attended her baby shower, but I'm having one of those "Josh is getting married!" moments.
Wow.

P.S. Welcome to the family, West. You kinda lucked out with this one.

Hail to the Chief's mad reflex skillz.

I know this is my second post in a row about the President, but he just keeps doing noteworthy stuff. In addition to giving me a day off, he's now dodging journalists' shoes in Iraq. At a press conference, a local reporter hurled a couple of size 10s at him, and the Prez ducked out of the way. It's a good thing he has excellent reflexes because you know who apparently doesn't? The Secret Service. I don't know if they were over at the donut table or what, but they certainly didn't respond very quickly.

I find all of this impressive because I have the opposite of good reflexes. Undoubtedly, I would have gotten beaned right in the face by the first shoe, and then the second shoe would have landed on my prostrate body as the Secret Service did NOTHING about it. Clearly I need to stay away from a political career.

Oh, thank you, Mr. President!

President Bush has given me the day after Christmas off. Well, me and several thousand other federal employees, but you get the picture. Oh, this makes me feel so festive! I'm gonna go drink egg nog or decorate something!

I want to be a Slap Bet Commissioner!

I swear, the rate at which How I Met Your Mother increases in funniness is just alarming. The first season made me laugh. I am now nine episodes into the second season and it is making me positively guffaw. I watched the Slap Bet episode last night and I found myself giggling and clapping my hands together like a half-witted little child. It is so shameful. I love it so much.

And where, pray tell, are the many Emmy awards that Neil Patrick Harris deserves? On Jeremy Piven's undeserving bookcase, that's where! Those stupid Entourage boys with their stupid hair. I hate that show. Entourage ruins everything.

This poster is wigging me out for reasons I can barely articulate.

Goodness knows I love me some Vince Vaughn, and I like Reese Witherspoon, too, but this poster is ridiculous. Look at how they have to prop Reese up on four gift boxes and a pair of ankle-breaker stillettos to get her at Vince's height. It makes him look like a monstrous giant and her look like a little girl who was playing with Mommy's shoe collection. How did they even keep them in the same frame while filming?

It's creeping me out. It just is.