So…on Top Chef. HA! Ahahahahahahahahaha. Sorry, I know, but HA! My heart, it is breaking…but for Jenn. Who is totally falling victim to Top Chef Killer Fatique, and it breaks my heart. Because in no universe should Ira ever top her in a challenge. Evah. But she is sabotaging herself in this case, so you can’t blame it on anyone else. Still, I hope she pulls it together. Gnome Kevin wins everything tonight, and since we love him, we are happy. (Except for M. Volt…who is a sore, whinypants loser.) But the satisfying part? Yeah. After listening to Mike I. go on and on (and on and on) about how he was going to rock the vegetarian challenge? Then all but smirks in front of the judges about how, hey, everyone has an off day, no biggie, when he’s in the bottom? Oh, but how lovely was it, with the so undeserving Robyn STILL standing there…that Padma tells Mike to pack his knives instead. Pretty lovely, that’s how lovely it was. Satisfying on so many levels.

So, while it looks like the dream final four is in jeopardy a little, at least Mike I isn’t going to be the spoiler. Ahhhh. Sometimes things work out right.

Tonight? Hopefully more fashion do’s than fashion don’ts on PR. Yeah, I’m not holding my breath, either.

Don’t forget to enter this week’s challenge. Details in Monday’s post (scroll past the delayed Friday post to find it…) And don’t forget to double your pleasure, double your chances, by entering over at Novel Thoughts as well! Good luck! Winner here announced tomorrow!

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