I confess, I watch Big Brother. Mainly because (of COURSE there’s a legitimate, logical excuse!) it’s on while I’m either exercising or unwinding from work and it is not necessary to engage the mind to watch it while you do other, more important things (like blogging). Besides, I live in the south, talk with a twang, drive an old, beat up pickup truck and live on a farm – thus could be considered by some (at least according to appearances) to be an illiterate hillbilly or even *gasps*…‘redneck’ – hence I’m entitled to some uncouth habits.

So with my defensive maneuver out of the way…

Kaysar’s back in the house, via over 85% of the vote of the American viewers. (So much for any claims that America is prejudiced towards Muslims or fellow citizens of mid-eastern descent.) And yes, I placed my share of votes – maybe MORE than my share. Not only is the guy hot as a firecracker and quite pleasant to the eyes, but he’s also smart as a whip, keenly observant and a very thoughtful, strategy player – all of which makes for so much better a game.

With the announcement, Kendall and I squealed with delight…which startled Rascal…who literally lifted himself off the floor with his initial bark, which started a ferocious barking fit at the door. Rascal hasn’t yet learned the difference between a squeal of delight and a squeal of terror, and he (all 12 lbs of him) was intent on protecting his family from the dreaded and unseen intruder.

BEWARE OF DOG.