I hate when celebrity “doctors” (who most of the time aren’t actually psychologists or psychiatrists) say “I didn’t treat so-and-so but…”

Stop right there.

You haven’t treated this person.  You have no idea what the story is.  You are basing an opinion on gossip and rumors, adding to them with your conjecture.  You go on air making a diagnosis without once speaking to those involved.  At best you are irresponsible.

You’re an ass.

And if you have spoken to or treated the celeb, then you are breaking the code of ethics.

Either way…

shut up.

My poor brother.

He met someone special in Boston.  She gorgeous, talented, intelligent.  He came home for Christmas and she came out to join him today.  He had a special evening planned: take her out for a scenic twilit tour of our picturesque corner of the world followed by dinner at a posh Japanese restaurant.

During the drive, however, he made the mistake of choosing to cross a patch of icy, low-lying road; we’ve had a lot of freezing rain lately, and this road is known for flooding.  Drew hasn’t been around though and didn’t know how much precipitation we’ve gotten.  He almost made it across but, at the last moment, the rear tires fell through the ice and sank a foot or so into water.

They were stuck.

He called AAA who misunderstood the situation and told him they wouldn’t help him- he had to call the fire department to get him out.  I think they thought he was trapped in flood waters.  He called us because a) this happened in our town and b) Randy knows the guys in the local fire department.  Randy told Drew that the fire department doesn’t do this sort of thing, that Drew needed a wrecker.  Randy suggested that AAA didn’t understand what was going on.  Drew called them back and they agreed to come get him.  Meanwhile he needed me to give him the phone number for the restaurant so he could cancel their reservations.

This was her first time here and he wanted to impress her.  I’m sure it made an impression, I just don’t think it’s the one he was hoping for.

Have you ever been really into someone and had everything go wrong?

Yeah.  Sucks, doesn’t it?

One of Randy’s childhood friends is up visiting family for the holidays; he’s a country singer in Nashville.  Donny has a gig in a nearby town tonight so I sent Randy, my SIL, her husband, and some other friends off to see Donny play and hang out for awhile.  Naturally I was invited, too, but am not up to it.  I told his sister and her husband to just make sure that Randy wiped off all the lipstick from his neck and collar before returning him home to me; who knew what floozy he’d meet and hook up with?  I told them he could do whatever he likes as long as there’s no evidence for me to find. *G*

My husband adores me and would never cheat on me.  But look at it this way… at least if he screwed up tonight, he’d be providing new material for Donny’s next CD.