When Dirty Boys Collide

Due to the complicated politics at the Cubicle Asylum, the only person I really talk to anymore (other than what is required to perform my job) is Lulu. The same can be said for her after the nuclear meltdown that the normally mild mannered, easy going Lulu had about six months ago, which resulted in screaming, tears, meetings and threats of job termination (I wasn't involved in that one, thank goodness.) We joke that we've managed to alienate the rest of the office, so we're stuck with each other for the duration.

It's a good thing that we have so much in common, although it amazes me when you consider the totally opposite environments we grew up in. Maybe it's the shared genealogy, something about familiarity in DNA. I'll never forget the day I discovered we were distantly related, then in an effort to prove me wrong, Lulu began her own research and found we were related three more ways.

One topic we whole heartedly agree on is the absolute sexiness of Mike Rowe, host of The Discovery Channel's "Dirty Jobs." There is something about that man, covered in muck, beyond disheveled, grinning with those pearly whites shining out from the goo and saying, "I'm a dirty dirty boy," that makes you want to pack up and move to where ever he is.

A fine hunk o' man meat.

So ya'll can imagine my joy.. nay.. my absolute freakin' GLEE when I discovered that Mike Rowe will be appearing with Craig Ferguson on The Late Late Show this Friday night.

I'm not sure I'll be able to contain myself while watching both Craig Ferguson and Mike Rowe occupying the same space. I mean, they're both dirty boys, in different ways. Ferguson is still the big kahuna, but I have to admit, Mikey is a close second.

It's going to be a good week. I can feel it.

Later Taters!