
Okay, some people binge on ice cream; some have an undercover crack habit; I have "Dancing with the Stars". Edgar has almost given up talking to me Monday & Tuesday nights between 8-10. I can't help myself!
Like most Americans, I began watching mainly because of the promise of gold-digger Heather McCartney's fake leg falling off (you know you're waiting for the same thing! See you in hell!). But now, I have developed a married-woman crush on Apolo Anton Ohno and I looove Laila Ali (although she does kind of startle me when she talks, her voice is so low). I even want John "Cliff" Ratzenberger to stay awhile longer. *sigh* TV makes fools of us all...








