Seriously?

Not only does he look like this:



But he also says things like this,

and then he dances like a goofball in this:


(Never have I wanted to be an 88 year old woman more.)

And he makes it impossible for me NOT to love him.

Needed: Yard. STAT!!

It won't come as a shock to anyone who knows me well that I really wish I had a backyard. For one, I have the cutest little dog in the world, and I'd love to be able to open the back door and send him out to poop late at night or early in the morning. I'm sure my neighbors who get to witness me in all my pajama-ed glory would also appreciate me having a yard of my own. For two, Austen seriously LOVES to runinandoutandinandoutandinandout of my sister's doggie door and would love to have one of his very own.

But.

The most important reason I'd like to have a backyard, is because then I could invite Jamie Durie to make it into an "Outdoor Room" for me.





I'm not much of a gardner by nature, but I think Jamie could convince me for several reasons:

1. He's GOhohohohoorgeous.
2. He's Australian (meeyow)
3. He loves dogs



4. He's from a part of Sydney named, I kid you not, Manly, Australia.
5. He creates incredibly beautiful gardens.






and, if those aren't reason enough, there's always this:



Yeah. He hangs with Oprah.

I know.

Yes. I'm a dork

But my long forgotten crush on Jimmy Fallon? BACK ON BABY. Why? Because of this impromptu little concert with my idol Miss Piggy and other various muppets:




And Kermit? I've never stopped crushing on you.

(found via bestweekever.tv )