
I'm sure I angered Tricia on Monday, when Philip Smith - still dapper and, dare I say, smoking hot - jokingly asked me to marry him. "Are you available?" said Philip, when I asked if he'd wed again. I'm not, but don't tempt me. Then, on Tuesday, Tricia's trained attack Chihuahua, Joseph McCaffery, a pony-tailed loser who hails from Aurora, Ill. - remember "Wayne's World"? - yelled at me outside Trish's soon-to-be-ex home. So I called him an "asshole." I was holding back.







