Team Johnson has made a successful re-entry home and the cats are fine, even if mine isn't speaking to me. More soon!

So the fam and I have been in beautiful downtown Vienna, VA for the past few days, enjoying some R&R with dear friends. Coming back tomorrow, but our cat-sitters left for their own vacation today, so if you hear that we got into a car accident or something, could one of you come over and feed the cats? Thanks.

Oh, and Anne, call me if you haven't already — we might need to get together on Wednesday instead of Thursday.

Think good travelin' thoughts for us, wouldja? Gracias.

I had a feeling this might happen… one of the student assistants at the college where I teach took down the c-word self portrait I'd posted to the Student Union bulletin board! Now one of the administrators is putting the photo back up. My boss is surprised and never thought this censorship would happen. So much for college students being all crazy liberal, huh?

OMG have you tried these? I've been a big fan of the regular Starburst jellybeans since my best friend turned me on to them, but the sour ones are out-of-this-world tremendous. I don't even want to compute the number of grams of sugar I've ingested in the past couple of weeks due to the fact that these are on the shelves with the Easter candy at my local supermarket.

In other shopping news, Monstro and Lex and I went to Staples yesterday to get an ethernet card for our pastor. A catchy tune by the Bee-Gees was piping in over the Musak and Monstro and I began boogieing down in the mp3 aisle.

“You know, honey,” I said, mid-boogie, “the fact that we're dancing in the aisles of Staples to the Bee-Gees tells me that we need to be getting out more often.

We'll have a prime opportunity for getting out this week — not only will we be celebrating our fourth wedding anniversary, but we're also going to head to DC for a few days to visit friends. Lex is engaged to these friends' toddler daughter, so it's important that they have ample time to bond. I for one am very much looking forward to getting out of Purgatory, Massachusetts, even if it's for only a few days. Whoot! Road trip!!!

So my friend Emily forgot she had a concert of her own tonight and gave me her ticket to her conflicting concert, which was at the Iron Horse Music Hall and featured folk-gospel-alt band Eddie from Ohio. Their lead singer has one of those voices you hear on CD and think, “no way she sounds that good live,” and then you go see her perform and she sounds even better than on the recording. Pretty amazing. Their songs are funny and folksy and powerful, or two out of the three at a time. They've been playing together for 17 years now and they do it right. Highly recommended.

Oh, and the bonus of the night was realizing that the hostess who seated us played one of the two characters in my staged reading of Lindsay Lohan's Birkin two years ago. Dang, has it really been two years?

…until LOST! Oh, and 14 more days until the First Day of Spring.

Ta Da! I can't believe I'm still watching this show. Anyway, here goes:

3 days till fashion show:

Jillian asks if her hair's OK, then puts on a hat that covers her hair down to her shoulders. Tim doesn't dig the poodle-sailor sweater she designed. Good man, Tim. He digs Rami, but thinks Christian's overdesigned his stuff. Then, they do the model casting and everyone casts skinny bee-yotches. Surprise!

2 days till fashion show:

They all meet with Collier Strong from Loreal, who looks like Rami's rode-hard uncle. Jillian wants to swap out a model; Christian tells his “don't eat.”

Commercial break

1 day till fashion show:

The model wrangler tells Jillian she's out of luck and can't get a new model on such short notice. Yeah, like any model in New York wouldn't drop EVERYTHING to be in the Project Runway fashion show. As if. Then they do hair consults with Nathaniel, and Jillian's girls get the best hairstyle. Jillian chooses to embrace the diversity of her models.

The final three don't get any help from the auf'd contestants, and there's no “13th look” challenge, either. The order of the show will be Jillian, Rami, and Christian. Tim is blown away by them. They're “an inspiration to me.” Group hug.

Day of fashion show:

Up at 4:15 a.m. and off to Bryant Park. Another hug. The tent fits 2,000 people. It's mondo. They have teams of dressers helping the models prepare. Christian's girls are late. Super late. 30 minutes until the show and all the PR alums are showing up. FINALLY, Christian's last model arrives. Heidi Klum hits the runway in faded capri jeans and a top that looks like it could have been designed for the Hershey challenge. Jillian curtseys on the runway. Her designs are amazing but her hats are ridiculous. And I don't care what she says: All her models look exactly the same.

Commercial break

Rami is cute on the runway, but his first looks are soooo 80s. OK, as it turns out, most of them are. Lots of hot pink and teal. His first gold gown bags at one knee, making the model look like she has a big cyst.

Christian surveys the crowd. “Everybody looks fierce!” His designs are amazing and I hope his hats trickle down to TJ Maxx because I want to buy them all. I don't see the feathered pants that Tim dinged last week.

Backstage, after the show, Kevin looks stoned.

Commercial break

Posh digs Jillian. Kors: “feminine and modern.” Heidi: “New shapes and designs.” Nina: “You took a chance… looked disjointed… The knits were spectacular.”

Posh loved Christian. Kors: “chic drama.” Nina: “Worried about the heavy hand.”

Heidi loved Rami (uh oh), and his weaving techniques. Kors: “woven pieces were fantastic,” though dings him for the color choices (duh). Nina: “You have a strong point-of-view,” but “your strength is in the evening.” (Ahem)

Geez, did Heidi's toddler cut her hair or what???

Commercial break: Christian wins the text-in vote.

Heidi kisses up to all three before the auffing begins. Jillian's out (nooooo!). At least she has a cutey-cute boyfriend to comfort her. Christian looks like he's going to throw up in his mouth. He's then named the winner and bursts into tears. Heidi says, “You're uber-fierce.” Posh “would be honored to wear” any of his designs.

Tim Gunn comes to the runway (a first!) and says, “I'm so proud of you. Do you believe it?”

“Yeah,” Christian says.

Congratulations Christian. If this had happened at the beginning of the season, you wouldn't legally be able to drink a celebratory glass of champagne!

Good thing I'm so sated creatively right now, because I just heard that Live Girls Theater in Seattle will NOT be producing any Motormouth scripts this year. Bummer, dude.