Rock me, Amadeus.
Natter 31 But Looks 29
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Rock-a-my-soul in the bosom of Noo-rrd-stroms...
Have you had Thai massage, Betsy? I'm trying to collect data on what it is like.
Studio City, Lee.
Ruby doesn't love us (which is fine). But she doesn't like us either. She does, however, have fresh water and a clean litterbox.
Ultraviolet kicks ass. It's got a near-perfect story arc. Plus, of course, Jack Davenport.
We're gonna rock Betsy, rock her inside out...
Actually, I have no information on Thai massage. But if there are no rocks? Clearly inferior.
I go now to my rock-less bed. Without rocks.
Now I want a massage.
I will see you there, Kat.
Speaking of rocks...
Happy Birthday to Emily, who rocks like a thing that rocks.
But, but, it's not the 28th yet.
Oh, what the hell.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMILY!!
Egad. Daughter is having a mild reaction to one of her vaccinations. She has a fever. Problem is, she isn't going to bed. She will only sleep if one of us is in the big bed with her. She just woke up crying for the third time. I'm trying to get the hubbins to let her cry it out. So far, he's gone about 4 minutes.
Oy, this could be a long night.