I'm pretty sure that if anyone owns the rights to the phrase "Who Dat", it's Websters...and some "pants on the ground" wearing hooligans who speak Ebonics quite nicely. I think you're stupid for telling the Saints, JUST NOW AS THEY ARE HEADING TO THE SUPERBOWL, that they can't use the phrase "Who Dat" in conjunction with a fleur de lis. Seriously? You're lame. My husband was right to turn me on to college football. I will still watch the Superbowl, though. And irregardless of the fact that I am not a Saints fan, I will be drawing fleur de lis' on my face and chanting "WHO DAT?" at nobody in particular, with high hopes that your lame NFL police try to arrest me. But I imagine you'll have a harder time trying to arrest the entire population of New Orleans, who will also be participating in this behavior. And they have every right. Shove it, NFL.
WHO DAT?
Melissa
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Dear Jake,
Are you just joking around? Vienna is a weirdo. I'm not saying I'm perfect...because Lord knows I'm far from it. But I have to 100% agree with Ali when she says if you like Vienna, then she (Ali) is so not what you're looking for. I'm on Team Ali. And if you pick Vienna, I will stop watching The Bachelor. Even though I said that after stupid Jason dumped awesome Melissa on national TV to date Molly again, even though he dumped her the first time. And yes, I will probably watch their nationally televised wedding. And yes, if you pick Vienna, I'll probably watch YOUR nationally televised wedding. So in all reality, I probably won't stop watching The Bachelor. But I won't like your decision. And I'll still think there is something weird about the consistently vacant look on her face. So to keep my respect, you should probably cut Vienna loose at the next rose ceremony.
NOT THAT I CARE ABOUT REALITY TV AT ALL,
Melissa
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Dear Blackberry Curve,
I don't understand why, even though I place you ever so gently in your cradle charger night after night, you insist on shutting off for no apparent reason at ever so inopportune times. For instance, this evening, driving home from work, while stopped at a stop light, I scrolled through some incoming emails. As the light changed I set you down. When I picked you back up to make a phone call, you were completely off. No persistent pushing of your power button would turn you on. It was only after I removed (and subsequently replaced) your battery, that you perked back up. Full battery. Full signal. Full Fail. What's the deal?
WHO DAT? (Because I'm gonna keep saying it),
Melissa
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