Dear everybody.

If I ever look at you, or don’t look at you, or are in your general vicinity, and you hear me say “Man, it would be great if someone could take pictures of my dimply white butt in my underwear on my wedding day.” PLEASE, for the love of god, make sure somebody kills the robot, and start checking closets for the real me?

Supposedly much of Abby Malone’s wedding album is her ‘getting ready’ in her underwear. But damn, Ryan Malone and Abby, they’re cute together.)

I would, however, like to know what is it with hockey players and straight haired skinny blondes? At least this one’s not orange, or Hillary Duff, but what the heck’s wrong with an entirely average looking person with a decent personality? Why can’t a hockey player marry Velvet D’Amour? Or at least a Bettina? It’s not like all the hockey players you run into are incredibly attractive people either.