...by Pasha!" That lucky, lucky girl. And yes, I know I've spouted about my new found Pasha addiction before (here), but after watching So You Think You Can Dance last night, I just can't seem to quell my desire. You see, I was actually at Dog Training in the evening, but had the brilliant forward planning to tape it while I was gone. Unfortunately, I left the actual task of doing so up to a certain someone I live with (not mentioning any names here, Chef...) and I came home to an ejected cassette, signaling my recording had not been successful.
I quickly shoved some beer battered fries in the oven (nutritious dinner, anyone?) and settled down to catch the final moments, and praised the TV Lord for keeping Pasha safe. Of course, 20 minutes of Life Saving dances and Enrique Inglasias just wasn't enough. I had to carefully fast forward the tape, past all my episodes of Pirate Masters I never watched, through a special on Millionaire Dogs, and finally... to my love. Thankfully, there was enough time left after an episode of Nerds FC to see Pasha in action...and all I have to say is, he can put those Jazz Hands all over me at any time.
Friday, October 12, 2007
by the wonderful k a t i e at 11:08 AM