Suck it, Old Navy

I don't know if it's national or not, but there's this Old Navy commercial that's been on tv a lot around here that is driving me crazy. It's the one where a group of young people are dancing on a rooftop to a "She's my summertime girlfriend song" and wearing tan and brown clothes. It is just painful to watch. I feel bad for everyone involved: me for having to watch it, the actors for dancing like a bunch of suburban parents, the one black actor for having to pretend like that's how he normally dances, and for the company that thought this would look cool. Ugh. It's embarrassing and shameful for everybody involved. I cringe just thinking about it.

In happier news, however, it is Friday and I'm wearing silver sequined shoes! Yay! Our big Easter brunch has now been reduced to a smaller family gathering because so many people bailed on it to work. Isn't that sad to think that people have to work on Easter? No jelly beans? No Cadbury cream eggs? No ham? The Easter Bunny is rolling over in his nest of shredded pink plastic.