NBC Interviews the F’inghams. Seriously. No, Seriously.
If we’ve chatted on Facebook or Twitter today already, please S C R O L L O N D O W N to Video below. For those who giving a flying flamingo what’s up — we were shocked after THIS POST on Monday to learn that NBC wanted to interview us. Woot Woot. They wanted to help the Raleigh Triangle area help Dave and I get to the Top 2, so we can compete in a cooking competition, “Iron Chef” Style, in Manhattan in a few weeks.
The PRINT version of “the story” from NBC’s viewpoint not only doesn’t make much sense, but I found a few grammatical errors (which I think I love finding MORE than harvesting and perfectly timing the subsequent popping of pussy zits). Anywho — here it is:
I can’t wait to spill what really happened behind closed doors yesterday, before NBC pulled up to our house. However, I need a back massage tonight; I don’t want to piss you-know-who-off too much
until I get what I need, first . By Friday, you’ll get the gory details unless I need something else from hubs before then. Money. Foot rub. Dishwasher empty. Kids’ lunches made. You know. The romantic things.
For now, for your viewing pleasure — Today’s Cliche’s authors looking like fools (or, as my 7 year old daughter, and 6 year old son would BUST out in a RAP right now, singing, “Lookin’ like fools with your pants on the ground. Pants on the ground. Pants on the ground. Looking like fools with your pants on the ground…”). And to think I used to sing Partridge Family and Family Ties songs at that sweet young age….
Try to bear to watch it to the end; some insightful written monologue by Yours Truly, which is quite insightful.