"I can't watch. This is like The Exorcist of home improvement shows. First hay, then fake flowers, now feathers?! If I tune in next time only to find she's stapling dismembered kittens to the wall, I'm calling the proper authorities to have her locked up in a mental institution.
"Or at least to have her goddamn weekend furlough privileges revoked so she can't do this show anymore.
*cowers under the couch*
Current Mood: the designer's eating my brain
Current Music: a children's choir mourning Big Bird's untimely demise"
--apocalypsos on the latest episode of "Trading Spaces"