You may have noticed (probably not) that I neglected to post anything on Friday. This was not because I was mourning the loss of Michael Jackson. It was actually because I was entertaining a guest and was gone all day.

That said, it has been horrible week for celebrities. Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett, Michael Jackson, and, the worst of all them, Billy Mays, the OxiClean guy. If you’ve ever watched the show Pitchmen on Discovery, you have seen Billy in all his loud glory. I love him. He seems like a sweet guy with a big heart.

I often hear people say, “How come that guy’s always yelling at us? Why won’t he just talk normally?” Because then you wouldn’t remember what he’s selling, Goofus, that’s why. He was good at what he did.

I wish I could yell like that right now. I woke up with laryngitis and Paul and I have discovered that when I laugh I sound like either a squirrel, or a yard full of chickens.

In any case, I know Billy Mays wasn’t a close personal friend of mine or anything, but I’m still going to miss his crazy beard and his commercials. Wherever he is now, I’m sure he’s selling something for $19.99.

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