On another note: Katie doesn't ever seem to get less annoying. Today, it wasn't her incessant jabbering and overeager giggling that bugged me -- it was the weird squeaky grunting she emits during exercise. That, and the fact that she's decided that it's her responsibility to be the set-up man for Tony's douchey jokes. "What show is that, Tony?" she chirps when he smirks into the camera and launches into his "gun show" routine.
Both of you: SHUT. UP.
