We noticed last night’s American Idol seemed to be significantly less caustic than last week’s…either that or my head was so stuffed up and my ears were so plugged up, I just didn’t hear anything below a certain decibel level. At one point, so many people said they wanted to go to Hollywood that CU replied to the TV screen, “If you want to go to Hollywood, just buy a plane ticket!”

But, there weren’t any points when I wanted to switch channels…although during commercials we watched a really phun Dr. Phil episode, where two engaged adults (”Chuck” and “Renee”) disguised as 7-year olds competed to see who could show the most contempt towards the other while still saying “I just love him/her to death!”

It’s always strange being back home after going on vacation, but CU and I had a fantastic time. We were so happy to be able to meet up with Becky again, and I will still always marvel at how wonderful it is in Seattle…the drivers aren’t as manic as they are here, and it’s so…quiet. No screaming children. After nine years, you start to think every location on Earth has as many screaming children as North Texas but apparently, that just isn’t the case.

As a matter of fact, we had such a great time that I brought a little bit of the Pacific Northwest home with me…in the form of a cold virus. First one in…at least two years. I think.

In random celebrity news, Mischa Barton turns 21 today…meaning she can now legally drink. A round of kamikazes for everyone, and a shot of Nyquil for me.