OH J SIMP. Just the other day, Heather and I were talking about how we used to kind of hate you and wish fervently that you would go away and now we are really kind of rooting for you and Tony Romo and worry that you are lost without the loving embrace of girlfriends who will remind you that you are a beautiful girl and then gently tell you that red ruched satin is a LOT of look and that perhaps you -- who naturally already HAVE a Lot Of Look -- might be better off in something maybe less festive but also a bit more subtle, no? No? Okay, the thing is called "Fancy," after all. Go with God, then, kid. But please stop talking to the media about how Romo is the wind beneath your wings and the light of your life and the man who makes you want to be a better woman and someone who had you at "hello" and the star of all your Celine-Dion-video-inspired fantasies, because you KNOW that's just bad luck. Okay? Good. I'm glad we had this little talk.
