Fair is Fair!

It is never a good idea to tell someone what they're getting for Christmas, and then not come through with the goods in the end. On this eve of Christmas Eve, I would like to call out some dastardly Scrooges that have ripped a gift out from under my tree.

It was reported several weeks ago that Al Sharpton was in talks with several networks to produce and star in his very own sitcom. The feelings of glee that filled me following this news were immeasurable. I began forming plans for a fan club and an unhealthy fixation immediately.

Well what do you know? TODAY I read online that it's not happening - that Al has changed his mind and decided NOT to become a sitcom star. I don't know what to think about anything anymore. I feel cheated, robbed, dismayed, nauseated, and a little in the mood for a grilled cheese sandwich, but that's neither here nor there. I feel like Helen Slater in The Legend of Billie Jean, but without the entourage.

Man, I miss 80's Joan of Arc chic. Billie Jean, Annabelle Lwin, Annie Lennox, all of the other fabulous women I can't seem to think of this early in the morning. Chicks were so much hotter back then. Wilkins will gladly back me up on that.

Maggie