I wanted to watch Obama’s speech tonight, really I did. But I’m not smart enough these days to follow political speechifying. (Chronic sleep deprivation? Let’s call it that.) Made it all of 5 minutes before I was forced to click over to the America’s Next Top Model premiere. Because, really, could a presidential speech match dialogue like “My nickname as a child was Bloody Eyeball”? Or the pure brilliance of a beautiful girl giving instructions on how to castrate farm animals?
Probably not the best choice, as it is becoming apparent that I watch too much reality TV already. Case in point: when I took this shot of Vera last week, my first thought was “She’s smiling with her eyes. Tyra would be so proud!”