101!

I have the worst concentration skills.

I have been planning for months to do a 100th post....post.

And then I got really excited about the whole fake-thesaurus thing, and forgot that my next post was THE 100.

Rats.

I only just figured this out because Jessica Marshall and I just spent three hours sitting in my living room waiting for Jimmer to be on Jimmy Kimmel. I had never actually watched Jimmy Kimmel before until the whole Brandon Davies fiasco, and, after Mr. Kimmel's super offensive remarks about my school and my religion, I swore to never watch again.

However, Jimmer just has a way of melting my heart and getting me to do things that I swore I would never do again (cry in public, skip a Saturday afternoon nap, fall in love...) and so, I watched.

He was on screen for about sixty seconds total, sitting next to Kemba Walker in a blue checkered shirt that was so precious he could have been on his way to OZ with Dorothy herself.

Now that I have the Jimmer fix I have been craving since the tournament ended, I am ready to drop dead into bed.

Sorry this post isn't more exciting. Late night shows really take it out of me.

Happy 100th birthday Blog.

Here's to the next 100.

Love,

Katie