bailey legull

I was at a bookstore the other day and saw a magazine I hadn't noticed
before: "Cooking with Paula Deen" or "Eating with Deenie" or some such
claptrap. Had a warm family photo on the cover -- got to get the boys
on there, or what'll they do for money when she passes on to the
kitchen in the sky? -- and a boldface headline that totally pissed me
off (paraphrased):

SEE PHOTOS OF BOBBY'S BIG NEW HOUSE INSIDE!

Uh, no thanks. Cooking was fun. Watching her remarry on TV was
pushing it. Reveling in the riches of her milquetoast, charmless sons
is just an *inch* too far. The entire Deen family gets shoved into the
"annoying" niche of my brain, where they can swap tips on being bubbly
with Rachael Ray.