Hm. So perhaps I was a wee bit hasty to admit my dirty little secret of watching crap TV. Because guess what? The other LA editors have lovingly passed me the gauntlet of blogging episodes of Flipping Out. But don't get me wrong: I'm not bitter, I love me some reality shows (although for the record, Big Brother is dead in my book. And ditto goes for anything that involves a "rose ceremony"). So, shut your curtains, pull on those schlubby sweatpants, and grab a Tofutti Cutie ice cream sandwich (or 3, they're really quite small), and let's all wallow in this guilty pleasure together.
This week, Jeff teaches us the correct response to a house inspection from a shady inspector ("I'm going to take that list and write F YOU and trace my middle finger on it and fax it back!"), has a band of contractors take up the sport of dirt-surfing on his dime, and admits to being a "tad bit difficult" to his merry band of
perfectly tanned people workers during Chris' birthday dinner. Awesome.