Fondue

I'm a slob but yet I'm horribly afraid of germs. I recently watched The Aviator and Howard Hughes didn't really seem that bad to me. You won't catch me outside my house without a bottle of Purell.

Anyway, I keep having this recurring dream that I'm having dinner with Hearne Christopher Jr. at a Fondue Restaurant like the one he reviewed in his latest article. Odd because the guarantee that other slobs will double dip at a place like that is enough for me to never even consider trying fondue. So, H-dog says something snarky like "How goes the website?" and I grab a cheese covered fondue fork, jump over the table and stab him in the eye.

Strangely, this is one of the nicer thoughts concerning reporters from The Star. Someday soon, I'll reveal my "rough" fantasy involving me, Mary Sanchez and a flashlight.