Slippery Snark

Jon Gosselin is driving me crazy. I think that he has jumped off of the deep end… Lost his marbles. Can it be true that he wants to do a reality show about dating Octo Mom? Say it aint so! Gag me with a spoon. Someone should tell him that skinny jeans and pointy leather shoes make him look like a pimp. And he has a muffin top. Oh yes… I said it. Muffin top. Why hasn’t he spontaneously combusted yet? Why?

Okay. That. Was. Mean. Sorry. Sometimes I just can’t help. Myself. And sometimes, the snark just slips out.

I miss the “Old Jon.” The one who’s wife slapped him on the back and barked orders… while he rolled his eyes… I miss his kids crawling all over him… and how he teased his wife back just to get her goat. I miss snuggling with my toddler every Monday night to watch “The Babies” on TLC… and now it’s just a goat rodeo. So pardon me, if I again mourn the loss of good programming. It was good. Safe programming. Once.

Can you tell I’m having a bad day? Thank the good Lord for Dunkin Donuts original blend coffee, and ultra soft lotioned up Puffs.