Suspense...

"There are things about me that nobody knows." Wait, I'm not referring to myself; that would be boring and self-serving. I'm quoting Dr. Phil: I heard this on TV this morning, and have been wondering as to what it could be ever since. Could it be that he wishes he had thick glossy hair, that he knows why Jeff Jordan left basketball, that he believes the Mass. airport authorities were justified in confiscating that woman's cupcake, (Seriously, who travels with a cupcake in a jar!), that he thinks the BMW would be a better choice for car of the year than the Elantra, that he believes it wrong that the California dad threw his daughter off a boat, that Mittens will be our next president, that he wishes he had more closet space, more friends, and that his basement wasn't damp? Could it be that he's not really a doctor, that he cheated on a test in fourth grade, has a now regretted tattoo,or wishes he had the guts to get a tattoo? Maybe he knows what's in Tropicana's orange juice, or could blow the whistle on that woman who claims to have a four-year-old McDonald's cheeseburger. Or, most intriguing of all, what the name Blue Ivy really stands for---intravenous maybe? Tune in at 3:00 p.m. to find out. The possibilities are endless. Oh, darn, I have to be submitting a community service essay this afternoon, and won't be home then. Someone, anyone, keep me posted!