Huh, a new milestone. Maybe I'll get a cake or something...
I've never seen the sort of floor cohesion I saw last night. The common room's usually pretty empty past dinner, but instead there were at least five people clustered around the television, watching Britain's version of The Apprentice (Sir Alan's not as Trump as, well, Trump, but his hair's better) and making snide comments. Then a few of us stuck it out for The Underdog Show, in which celebrities have to train shelter dogs to do tricks. One amusing part is that the model dog they use to demonstrate the routine looks suspiciously like a grown-up version of my puppy. Another is that we were promised a doggie dancing routine by one of the judges during the ten o'clock results show. Then there were the dogs that wouldn't cooperate, and the host - there's not much to be said for the host, other than that he'd make a fairly attractive woman. He wore more eye makeup than most of us do on formal occasions. Still, there was the cute "Aww" factor of puppies, which made the evening most enjoyable.
Everyone seems to be relaxing a notch or two, so what are we to do but chill with our television?
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