Odds and Ends

American Idol
I made a prediction after they picked the 24 finalists that the final two boys would be Taylor and Chris and the final two girls would be Katherine and Paris. Unfortunately, I didn't put it on this blog; I just said it to my wife. Taylor is my favorite, but I don't know why I even bother because I'll never own a CD from any of them anyway. The problem is that the songs they sing on the show are a lot better than the crap that will be written for their album.

A Baby Story
Have you seen this show? It's on TLC and Mrs. Undaground has started to Tivo it each day. It's safe to say that, based on this show, she's going with the epidoral. We've seen three or four women on there who said "I'm going natural. No drugs whatsoever." Then, they show them screaming during labor. Next, they cut to commercial (usually for pull-up diapers or something). When they return from commercial, they show the expectant Mom lying in bed with a smile on her face. "I just caved in and got the epidoral. It's good. It's real good."

I promise to be as supportive a husband as I can be. But, make no mistake, I'm elated that men don't get pregnant. If that were the case, I'd grow old with a house full of cats.

Hockey
The season is over for the Philadelphia Flyers. They were beaten 7-1 last night. I've improved my own ability to deal with the hockey playoffs. Instead of suffering through the debacle, I flipped over to something else when it was 2-0, checked back when it was 3-0, then abandoned it and checked the internet in the morning. This marks the umpteenth time in my life that the Flyers have been preseason Stanley Cup favorites and have failed to win it. I can't complain after WVU and the Steelers years, but it's painful nonetheless.

Tonight
Do you know the answer to this question:

How you gonna do it if you really don't wanna dance?

(Answer: By standin on the wall)

Mrs. U and I are going to see Kool and the Gang tonight as part of West Palm Beach's Sunfest.

Get your back up off the wall.