I'm in a cold war with my TIVO. Apparently, it can't tell the difference between a presidential address and Dancing with the Stars. (OMG! Good idea! What if Obama gives his next press conference while dancing with Michelle live on the show!) So I missed Hall & Oates perform, which made me almost come to tears. (I believe this is a warning sign one may need mood-stabilizing drugs.) I am less interested in what they sang than how they are aging.
Holly and her breasts, also up for elimination last night, get to stick around for a while. BAHHHAAHAAHAAHAHAHAAHA! (Note: I am channeling Carrie Ann. I say something not particularly witty and then laugh myself into a conniption fit.)