It’s kind of been a tough week (see previous post). I just wanna smile, dammit.
I can’t watch this and not smile. Can. Not.
My wonderful sister Sherri does a Carlton impression that will make you laugh, make you cry, make you think. She’s used her Carlton dance skills to win a bar competition, and, more importantly, free beer. (The Carlton dancing is on hold for now. She’s a wee bit pregnant, you see. And nausea and limb-flailing dancing do not mix.) I can hear my other sister and my brother now: “For Christ’s sakes, Ginny! Don’t encourage her!” Don’t listen to them, Sher-Sher. Let your freak flag fly. As soon as the fetus permits.
And what, you may ask, is that quirky Alphonso Ribeiro doing with his bad self these days? I spotted him the other day, whilst watching Lingo on the Game Show Network. (Yeah, that’s right. I’m that one person, besides your grandma, who watches that channel. Go ahead and poke your fun. I care not.)
He’s hosting a show called Catch 21. I don’t think there’ll be any dancing. Oh well.
Have a lovely weekend, everyone.