And I haven't forgotten about the Worst Date Ever challenge! Our judge, The Don -- who in addition to being the sweetest, most accommodating man imagineable, is also a kick-ass video editor -- got overbooked in the favours-for-friends department when he also agreed to help some other friends produce a music video. I've seen him three times in the past week, when he dashes in to change clothes, then dashes out again with a harried look on his face. If you want to lean on him to commence the judging, you go ahead, you monster. I don't have the heart.
And now I have to go remove the dog's tail from young Master Sam's mouth.
Okay, that's done.
Hypothetical question for you:
Say you're changing a baby's poopy diaper, and you haven't wiped quite all the poo off said baby's bum. And say you turn your back for a second -- just a second, mind you -- and when you turn back you discover the dog licking the last poo smear off the baby's bum. As hygiene issues go, where would your greater concern lie: with the dog or with the baby?
I said this is a hypothetical question, right?