Good Morning Gentle Readers,
It don't matter that Tivo is recording Idol and the rewind button on the remote works, you had best keep quiet or risk the wrath of Mrs TWC. Tuesday night, 8:00 is quality family time (read: quiet time) at the Casa. This fundamental fact of existence on the planet tends to escape my boy and The House Blond. Invariable the opinion gene or the choreography gene or the dancing gene kicks in, and Boy Howdy, better stand by.
That said, I have no idea if Kristy Lee Cook was hot or not because even though the volume ended up dialed all the way to 97, those kids drowned her out. They got a pass on it, too.
Ever since sippy cups and car seats, they've loved that Lee Greenwood song. They never heard it here, so I'm curious about where, but the song touches them on some primordial level, calling out for the promise of the Promised Land.
Maybe there's a liberty gene.
Song only here.
Cute little Kristy plus the judges raving is here.