Coming up: The Final 12

So, here's an embarrassing confession. Boy and I watched the girls duke it out on American Idol last night (that's not it) and, for the first time in my A.I. addicted history, I voted. Well, that's not entirely true. I tried to vote once last season but the line was busy and I gave up. This time we were able to vote and vote until my phone battery died, which (before you laugh yourselves silly with mock-pity at our pathetic-ness) doesn't take long these days. I'm thinking between the two of us we must've voted upwards of...I don't know...80 times. We didn't get a busy signal once either, so I'm thinking our girl needed us. What makes Lindsey our girl, you say? Well, Boy thinks she's cute, and I like the fact that her voice is nice and low, so if she ever did become famous and her songs were on the radio, I could sing along. Actually, the voting was all just fun and games. When it comes right down to it, I'm all about the Anwar.