I searched and searched for live feed for the Grammys online. What shenanigans was Lady Gaga pulling? How did Adele's throat look post-surgery? Did Taylor Swift bring her little brother? Was Jennifer Hudson ready to pay homage to Whitney (which was stinkin' amazing btw)? So many questions I had to know. No live feed to be found. (If that's not the biggest travesty in our generation.)
Frantically, I called Time Warner to set up my cable. They could send out a technician... on Tuesday. A no go.
It looked like all hope was lost, so I (of course) started whining. "Grahhhhhm the Grammmmmys need me!" Either Grahm is the greatest husband in the world, or he got sick of my incessant grumbling (probably both)... but he went to Wal-Mart to fetch an antenna to make all of my award show dreams come true.
Like a trooper, he set the whole thing up. (I'm at a total loss if wires are involved.) We even took turns holding the antenna (which really looks more like a box than cute bunny ears) at just the right spot near our window (harder than it sounds). So I didn't get to watch all of it, but I was thankful to get to see some of the show thanks to hubs. If that's not true love, I don't know what is.
Brace yourself for the most attractive picture of me ever.
We heard these words a lot last night: fank you berry much. Which means Adele won big. Not that anyone was expecting her not to. The woman is the picture of class and talent. Like the rest of America, I love her, even if her lyrics (sometimes) don't make a whole lot of sense (set fire to the rain?). Grahm and I are constantly singing, "Someone like You" (and yes, you can judge us for that).
I bet there's no better feeling in the world than telling your ex off via a million Grammy awards. If Grahm ever dumps me, remind me to write an album about it so I can get famous. Also, remind me never to go all Nicki Minaj on anyone (doesn't she know Gaga's already been done?). No matter who you are, you cannot accessorize with a Pope. Her performance was terrifying. Demon possession meets crazy clown girl meets black Paris Hilton? Mmm no thanks.