Glee belongs to me!

I can't help it, I love Glee. The show is the best guilty pleasure ever! Every week I watch, sing along, and marvel at the witty dialogue. My sister doesn't get it. But she also doesn't like musicals. I think there might be something wrong with that kid. :) She also makes fun of my iPod and tells me I have the songlist of a gay man. Well, gay men have good taste, this we know, right? Can I get an Amen?!?

I currently have a bad case of bronchitis, so I couldn’t sing along to the Madonna Glee episode this week, not that I didn’t try! My poor neighbors and my poor cat! My entire body hurts from the coughing spells the laughter caused. I'm guessing in this case, laughter may not have been the best medicine because my throat kinda hurts worse now. Uh oh.

I told my sister tonight that I wanted to join an adult show choir. She was speechless. Maybe instead I just need to go write for Glee. If only I could be this wonderful...here are a few of the lines from tonight’s show and the reasons why I love it so much:

• “Would you please stop talking? You're grossing out my baby!"
• “Oh hey William. I thought I smelled cookies wafting from the ovens of the little elves who live in your hair.”
• “When I pulled my hamstring, I went to a misogynist.”
• “You don't deserve the power of Madonna."
• “Madonna belongs to me and I will not be copied. It's in my contract.”
• “You can have your Barbras and your Chers and your Christinas...”
• “By the way, how's the Florence Henderson look working for you?”
• “Oh hey there, Whoopie, Don Knotts.”