I watch a lot of HGTV. A LOT. Especially since the writer’s strike is still dragging on and all of my shows are in reruns. Bah. HGTV, however, now that’s a station I can watch for hours — and often do. Maybe it was my fever earlier in the week but I have noticed that there are some really foxy men on that channel.

Like Clive Pearse , Eric Stromer , Steve Watson and Carter Oosterhouse .

I think Steve is my favorite. Yummeh.

Speaking of home improvement, my replacement bed slats came tonight — the poor UPS guy carried them up 6 flights of stairs bc the elevator wasn’t working; I think I have told him, though, that my brother works for UPS. That usually gets me better service. Anyway I was all set to be Ms. Fix-It and attach the slats but ummm I am not sure where my drill is. I have my big thing of drill bits, so I’ll have to look for the drill tomorrow.

Ohhhhh this made me so mad today. This tool in my class, who is the self-appointed team leader for our group project (meaning he claimed the title first), not only sent out an e-mail reminding us that our discussion posting was due today — a posting that has NOTHING to do with our group project — he also scheduled SIX online chat times for this WEEKEND … when we have nothing yet to discuss! Mothafucker better back the fuck up … or Miss Monique is gonna tangle with him before this three-week-long project is ovah.