Beat that suckas!
The bulldog is back swimming, after a respite while we were away. ‘Michael Phelps – beat that!’… says Wilma.
In other news, we just finished watching the Top Chef All Stars finale in our DVR queue and I almost cried.
I knew Blais would win! But more importantly, he DESERVED to win.
And boy, by the end, that guy looked all kinds of drained.
Emotionally drained. Culinarily drained. Mind games drained. I think winning All Stars blew his mind.