Holy shit. I didn’t watch the Oscars last night because I was catching up on some much needed Gins and Tonic with a naked Swedish speed skater, but it looks like I can cross Jennifer Love Hewitt off my washed up before their time list and bump her right back up to the top 10 of my making a comeback so I’ll keep my eye out list. I think the wordthat best sums this dress up is god-dayum. Her rack is ridiculous. She has a breast cleavage equivalent to the badonkadonk. Or badonkarack, as I like to call it. What? It’s a word.

I thought J-LO-Hew hadn’t really done anything lately, but apparently there’s a show on prime time with her in it called the Ghost Whisperer.

A newlywed with the ability to communicate with the earthbound spirits of the recently deceased overcomes skepticism and doubt to help send their important messages to the living and allow the dead to pass on to the other side. (IMDB)

Yeah. I’ll take your word for it IMDB. Meantime, I’ll be working on my ghost impersonation. I have a sheet with holes cut for eyes and everything. Who ya gonna call?