Omarosa, You're Fired!

I've really enjoyed The Apprentice … with one exception. Omarosa. Every week she's been whiny, snotty, superior, and catty and now she's gone. That's right, The Donald fired her this evening. We no longer have to hear her whining about her plaster-induced injuries or endure one more of her self-righteous speeches. And I'm glad. Glad glad glad glad glad.

In other news, Miss Bad Dog (May) managed to eat 3/4 of a leftover pizza that we very unwisely left sitting on the kitchen table. It was our bad … but in our defense, she can't even make it into the back of the car on her own, so … anyhow, we're putting down a rather large plastic painting tarp this evening in the hopes that if she gets sick… well you get the idea. I hope she's OK. Ugh.