If I got half as many comments as I did spam, I would be a very happy blogger indeed.

According to my spam I am a depressed, nay, suicidal, infertile lover of naked celebrities.

Who’d have guessed?

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 Sorry guys.

Sorry to leave you all hanging.

The audition;

went well.

They had fun, enjoyed themselves, found the actual dance not too hard at all. They had a limited amount of time to learn a dance and then perform it. They went to a workshop where they were assessed on dance, singing and drama. It was a morning of heaven for the pair.

Now we have to wait.

They said in about two weeks we will get a letter telling us whether or not the girls made it.

The girls are trying not to get their hopes up and I am trying not to build any.

Just keep your fingers crossed, okay?

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Spam is a salty tinned meat that is good for a miriad of things.

Apparently, good for eating as well.

I read an article that said Spam sales were through the roof and supermarkets could not keep tins on the shelves. Spam was moving that fast.

Apparently Spam is really popular in these tight times.

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One pre teen girl to the other, after a particularly blonde moment: “You’re so dumb you stole a free sample.”

Other pre teen in response to insult: “Well, you’re so dumb it took you three hours to watch 60 Minutes.”