I know I haven't written in a little while. I've actually had plenty to say, but for some reason haven't found the right motivation to write it or the time to sit down and really think about it. I'll focus more on it this weekend, I promise.

But I just had to say that: tonight's Top Chef Finale Pt. 1 was probably one of the most nerve-wracking hours (or, hour and fifteen minutes) of television I have experienced probably since I was a child and watched the last ten minutes of the Miss USA competition knelt about a foot from the television screen, fingers tightly crossed for my favorite to win.

Only this time I sat with my knees tensely drawn, one hand clutching a Blue Moon and the other clutching my neck, and gasped for air.

I could not believe that my little Marcel is moving onto the final round. Oh I'm so proud of him!