I'm paying bills, and I have Extreme Makeover: Home Edition (a show I've never watched before) on in the background. I keep totally breaking down crying! The family who is getting the new house (the Latifs) is headed by a single mom. She has four kids, one of whom is wheelchair-bound. All of her children seem like such good, sweet kids, and one of the hosts keeps going off about how he was raised by a single mother and it means so much to him to be able to help another single mom out.
I'm such a sap! Idol makes me cry, now this . . .
Something of more substance to come tomorrow about our great weekend and our fashion faux pas. (OK, maybe substance is the wrong word.)