Stop the Insanity!

So, it appears my wife is harassing celebrities now. Oh, the shame! Oh, the Humanity! Oh sure, it’s just a single post this time, asking for comment to be placed on our blog. But what next? Will she be inviting Tom Brady and Giselle Bundchen for dinner, or telling Molly Ringwald that I had this huge crush on her when I was a teenager and suggest to her that it might be fun to show up to our Oktoberfest party? Oh sure, Charlie the beagle would love to have the company. Tom could throw his toys in the backyard for him to fetch, and as we all know Charlie LOVES the ladies. And Jayne would be able to talk fashion with Giselle (I bet she secretly adores What Not To Wear just like Jayne does). And for all we know Molly brews her own beer , and is a beer snob like me. But really, to what end this making of famous friends? I’d then have to track down Neal Patrick Harris so he could come over and sing her some of the songs from Dr. Horrible’s Sing-along Blog to even things out. Or invite Liam Neeson to tea and cakes. Mmmm, cakes. Sorry, about that, lost my mind for a minute. From there it would just get worse. I’d come home one day to find Alton Brown shackled in the kitchen until he made us the perfect batch of brownies. And next thing you know Stephen King would be coming by to help us with our Christmas Letters. Zachary Levi would be calling us every week asking if we wanted to go bowling, and Alyssa Milano would be calling to talk about baseball. Does Charlie fire Cathy the dog walker and replace her with Cate Blanchett? Does Green Day just move into our basement? Where will it all end! Where in heaven’s name will it end?