Lee, it doesn't have to have figs -- that's like disliking cupcakes because they're chocolate (okay, maybe the cupcake example is completely unrealistic).

I also tend to steer away from (foods with) red wine, because I have been known to get very ill from it.

You know how, in Lost, Hurley felt when Rousseau agrees with him about the numbers, that finally someone believes he isn't crazy? I feel that way about the month of March.

Phone stil hasn't vibrated. Waiting.

Hello, Buffistas!

Uch. Contentlessest post ever. Just, I'm tired of trying to flatten out this guy's CV. Somebody entertain me?

Eh-muh-lee! Eh-muh-lee! Eh-muh-lee! Eh-muh-lee!

Yes?

I'm bored and sleepy. Can somebody Smallville-theme-song me?

Emily, did you get my crazy e-mail?

vw, I did. I'm pondering how best to phrase, "Good lord, woman! What are you, crazy?" Because I don't want to come off as rude...

Joking. I think it sounds lovely, except I feel funny about covering up a perfectly serviceable couch.

Hey, Aimee, I need some help here. Tell Emily how lovely this [link] slipcover (in black) would look on our couch with these [link] accent pillows in purple.

Em, your couch will look fab.

vw, check your links.