This week wasn’t as depressing as some that I’ve Haiku’d recently.
It’s that time of year again. American Idol has taken over the airwaves. I can’t help it, I love this frickin’ show. It’s something I’m a little embarrassed about, but I can’t help it, I like watching people sing. I am also happy to see that this season is going light on the train-wreck auditions. […]
I watch American Idol. And yes, I enjoy it. It’s something I can do for a few months of the year with my husband (and now my daughter), and despite the fact that we both have “good taste” in music, we really get into it. I own this, and I feel no shame.
Wednesday is drawing to a close, I can almost smell the weekend on the horizon. You can laugh if you want to, but I’m off to watch American Idol on the DVR. For all you Idol haters out there, I give you this and ask you to reconsider.
This week, after finding a dead counterfeiter (who was in the witness protection program), Booth instantly recognizes the bullet and style as Jacob Broadsky and the team works not only to figure out exactly how Broadsky”™s victim was killed, but who the next one might be.