And the Oscar goes to…jail?

I was really confused Sunday night.

I heard that the Oscars were on and I got really excited. I brewed some popcorn and beer, put on my puppy slippers and formed my body into the sofa for an exciting night of frightening entertainment.

I was completely enthralled by the blood-curdling screams and the tragedy of it all.

The forensics really enticed me.

I wonder if he's acting or telling the truth? I can't decide.

I know I've had to go to the washroom at night and I've never dreamed anything like that could happen. Granted, we don't have a handy gun in our night table.

The next day everyone was talking about this woman named Lupita Nyong'o. What a great speech she gave.

Lu-who?

Then it hit me. I watched the wrong Oscars. I saw Oscar Pistorius on trial for mistaking his hot girlfriend for a burglar.

Looking at her, I thought, ya, that's exactly what a burglar would look like if she broke into my house.

My mistake for missing the "important" Oscar. But you know, I enjoyed it more than any Academy Awards show I've ever seen.

No speeches, no gowns, no egos, no makeup, no one thanking "life" for their great fortune, and "you like me, right now you like me."

Just blood, tragedy, mystery.

Loved it!