Alright, darlin’s. I just watched Top Chef from this past week and I was literally on pins and needles about who might go home. Eugene? Go, please….take your inflated sense of creativity and go back to see your family. Melissa? Honey, I like you and your funky bangs. I might get stoned with you and watch Empire Records, but I don’t want to eat your food. But, Carla, my love…..I am so glad you are still with us!!
Carla is a good soul. She just oozes happiness and love. I totally want to have her over for a dinner party and a few rounds of chess. I don’t think she will make it ’till the end, but I am thrilled that she was chosen over Eugene and Melissa. I thought for sure she was going to go home, as if the Top Chef Gods were plotting to make me cry on a Saturday night. But, egads! She is still here!
I love her. Carla, I love you.
Hootie-Hoo! Go on with your bad self and your Spirit Guides. I wish you all the best in your bid for Top Chefness!
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