Project Runway and toofs dat hurt.

Bye to Ricky. My daughter and I were waiting for the wailing to begin on his exit, but he held it together. Actually, he almost seemed relieved. Maybe this type of thing just wasn't for him. I KNOW it wouldn't be for me.

So, we have Sweet P., Rami, Jillian, Christian, and Chris. Jillian is my daughter's clear favorite since day one. She choose Austin on Season one, Chloe on Season two, Uli on Season three, and now Jillian, so she feels that in the law of averages is on her side.

I think this is the first time that I haven't had a clear, bite-my-nails-through-every-elimination favorite at this point. My prediction for the final three is Rami, Jillian, and Christian. All three of them have a distinct style. Winner? Christian. As much as I hate to admit it, the kid is crazy-talented. Ridiculously, amazingly talented.

I had some dental work done yesterday, and so I am spending today eating soft foods (chocolate pudding!) and enjoying the magical lights and ponies that are flashing before my eyes. You don't see the ponies? Hmmm..., maybe they come from these adorable and delicious red pills that my dentist gave me for pain. Look! a rainbow!

(Thunk! zzzzzzzzzzzz..........................)