My blog was ready to self destruct this morning. I think I got a little too confident that I could rule HTML, and who am I kidding? I may be in the technology business, but I have no right to be arms length from my blog template. After cursing at my computer to hell and back, I think I fixed my wrongdoings.
So, sorry if you arrived at BagMomma.net to find, well, nothing for a short-time. I apologize for being a complete loser. By the way, if you know someone who designs blog templates, let me know. I am feeling like I need a blog makeover.
That being said, there will be no American Idol review today. I know, I know… Mariah Carey makes for such good blog fodder, but I am neck deep in my work today with a deadline.
What I will say is I was blown over by David Cook. Not even considering the sympathy vote (although I did tear up when they showed his brother in the audience). And, I’ve decided that should I ever consider hair extensions, I want Brooke’s hair. That blonde, tousled look is something I could never get my hair to do in a million years.
And how BIG was her hair?
“Jacked up to Jesus!” …one of my favorite lines about big hair, from the former big hair queen herself, Reba McEntire.