The envelope please:
The important thing to note here is that I'm right and Tristi is wrong.
We both predicted Paige and Andrew, and we were both right about Paige and wrong about Andrew. However, we differed on the third choice: Tristi said Didi (and was horribly, embarrassingly wrong), while I said Tim (and was horribly, embarrassingly right).
And then we were both right that Paige got the boot. So, the score:
Tristi: Four points
Rob: Five points
But: Katie? What the heck, America? Did you hit your head as a child?
4 comments:
You know, here's the thing about something being embarrassing ... it's only embarrassing if the person to whom it happens is embarrassed. I am not embarrassed, so, therefore, I'm not embarrassingly wrong.
I could be not surprisingly wrong, or perhaps, Rob-satisfyingly wrong, but embarrassed? Not so much.
I'm just delighted to finally be on the scoreboard after last week's "can't get the website to work" fiasco. Some choose to see the score as six points behind, I choose to see it as four more points than I had yesterday.
I'll rephrase it to say "Tristi was horribly, would-be-embarrassing-to-a-normal-person-ly wrong." :)
I love your blog. In fact, I avidly read your posts even though I'm not even watching AI this year.
That's much more like it, Rob!
Glad to have you, Karlene.
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