A distraught Fug National noticed I left Sheryl Crow out of my CMT Awards roundup. This was a total accident, but I am too lazy to kick myself, so I asked Intern George to do it. He refused, and cried about it, and it was this whole thing. He’s so dramatic sometimes. We settled on him holding a Diet Coke over my head until I remedied the situation.
Chalk this up to another case of Nice Idea, Badly Executed. Her head looks really nice, but the dress makes her look so boxy that I fully expect someone to pull her aside and try to use her to ship back their J.Crew returns.
Okay, George, you can give me the elixir and rest your arm now.
I know. It’s exciting.