Why...So...Serious?

It's Oscar day! I can't wait to see the Strokefest take place tonight. The ridiculous dresses, the plastic smiles. The hubby and I bet on several categories. Winner gets to pick what they want to do for a night out. I usually win. Cuz I'm awesome.

I think Slumdog will be fairly successful this year, probably taking best picture and best director in the categories of note. And I'm fairly certain we'll see Kate Winslet slobbering all over an award this evening. I really hope Marisa Tomei takes the award for Best Supporting Actress. I mean, full nudity should - at the very least - get you a little statue, no?

In the actor categories, I think it's a fair bet that Heath's ghost will win for Supporting Actor. The race for Best Actor is weird...it will be interesting to see how that shakes out. Did anyone make it through the whole Ben Button movie? How is anyone to know if Pitt did well? My bet is on either Mickey Rourke or Sean Penn.

Well I'm off to lock up my votes, make some awesome dips to nosh on, and settle in for an evening of pure, ridiculous entertainment. I'd like to thank my parents, my dog, my brother's dog, my niece's bike, my husband, the mole on my right cheek (face, sicko), my camo-print shoes, the dust bunny in the corner of my office, and God. For without any of them, this blog would not be possible.