Work was good. Bossmen were out. One of the girls I work with, my friend Vickie, brought her daughter Jamie in for the day so she helped me file a bit. Had sushi for lunch. Boca roll, (shrimp and crab with mango and papaya) and a spicy yellowtail handroll with avocado. (Yummo) Hot yoga at 7. Just got home. Had a Boarshead Everroast chicken on an alternative bagel, with jalapeño veggie cheese for dinner. Delish.

Gonna watch Idol. The three finalists are going back to their hometowns tonight. I love this part of the season! The contestants don't realize how much of an impact they have made on us, the viewers, through their journey on Idol until they go back home. They see all the people who come out to cheer them on, and it's then that they begin to realize how many people love them.

Their shocked, thankful, excited faces, always touch me.

I've often wondered about what it would feel like to be famous. Since I don't have any particular talents, I quickly let that thought go. However, people always stop my hubs and ask for his autograph. They think he's Harry from Sex in the City. (I look just like Charlotte don't I?) So, my dreams of being famous have dwindled, but I can live vicariously through my husbands likeness to Evan Handler. Whaddya think? Don't they look alike?