For three hours this morning, a rusted-out tan van with a brown 70's design and tinted windows sat parked in my driveway. I wondered if my number was up, and the Casino! Hobo was going to whisk me off for a life on the lam, a la Lost in America. I went to meet my Fate with open arms (or at least ask them to move so I could get my car out of the driveway) but alas, they were gone. But the one thing you learn about Hobos is that They Always Come Back. I don't think we've seen the last of that van.
Speaking of seeing the last of someone, on Saturday night's show, Will and I threw down the gauntlet. My charming husband is going to be out of town on Saturday, April 11th, so we're on the quest for a BetheMarriage Cohost for that evening's broadcast.
Want to apply? Just create a video and tell us where to find it. Tell us why you're the right person for the job. Do a BetheMarriage segment. Whatever you want, just get it done and posted by March 25. We'll announce the winner on our March 28th show.
Note: we have no travel budget, so you have to get your own butt to LA. But we will be putting together a prize package for the best out-of-town entry. It's like the Miss Congeniality of the Internet.
