Last night we watched Blades of Glory - pretty darned funny. I loved Jon Heder a lot in Napoleon Dynamite ("whatever I feel like I wanna do - GOSH!) and enjoyed seeing him in another, very different, comedy role. I'm starting to appreciate Will Ferrell more and more with the more movies he makes; when he was on SNL about all I liked - or at least remember liking- were his Craig The Spartan Cheerleader skits. (Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh uh huh uh huh!)

But the thing is, I felt like a complete tool that in my previous post, I'd waxed poetic about my Mason Pearson hairbrush [which I totally love and my hair is all shiny and baby-soft after 4.5 whole days and it is soooo looovvvvley) because in Blades of Glory, Will's character Chazz Michael Michaels who is a tad...er, egotistical...goes on a long monologue concerning his eerily similar love affair/pride in his hairbrush.

"Help yourself to the Mane n' Tail all you want, but don't even look at the Verticoli!" The Verticoli is his imported Italian hairbrush which cost twelve grand, is carved from whalebone and has its own velvet-lined traveling case. I haven't taken that step. YET.