MMM-MMM, CAH-DRY!

I just slept 11 1/2 hours for the second day in a row. I'm still in my jammies at 1:04. That's practically un-American.

My green snot means no trip to Vermont. (But luckily my rhyming abilities are still intact.) I did manage to make it to the Superhero Fashion Show last night though and discovered a deep-seated crush on Rob Cordry. ("CAH-DRY!") He's always been sort of schlumpy on the Daily Show, but suited up in Kenneth Cole's "Millionaire Playboy Superhero" suit he transformed into something quasi-hot. A marching band started off the show with a rousing rendition of the Spider-Man theme song while a kid in a Spider-Man costume cavorted onstage, having the time of his life. John Hodgman (a former professional literary agent and the author of "The Areas of My Expertise", the next book I want to read) was a hilarious host, talking about his secret life as the superhero "Professional Literary Agent". (His costume: buttondown shirt, jacket, khakis and a mexican wrestling mask.) Then Edna from The Incredibles gave a phone interview and discussed her hatred for capes ("No capes! No ponchos! No shawls!") and the problem of outfitting difficult superheros (Captain Long-Waist-Narrow-Hips being a personal fave). The fashion show itself was only okay - I was hoping for some really incredible stuff - but I'm sure they ended up raising a ton of cash at the costume auction.

Okay, enough dilly-dallying. Laundry and grocery shopping waits for no man. Whatever that means.