I am not watching The O.C., either. I've watched it just once. That was that.

Ben had his fourth Little League game of the season. They lost, 12-10. They've lost all four games. They really turned it around this game, but just not soon enough. In Double A ball, they only allow 10 batters per side, per inning. Ben was stranded on third, with the bases loaded, after the 10th batter. We were out; the inning just ended.

Scott took Chris and Julia home, and I took Ben to the local ice cream shop. We bought ice cream, and hot fudge to apply to our wounds, at home.

lori, ayup. Heheh.

(OC) Oh PUHLEEZ. OK, byebye no more stopit.

There is laser pointer on The O.C.!

OK, that is a lie.

There is a dog, though.

OK. Second lie.

The CST will have a dog, and laser pointer.

Babes in bikinis are for wimps.

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Ow. Can someone find my eyeballs please?

Devi is using a q-tip to play field hockey with them.

No wonder I can't see to type. I guess I'll find them floating in the waterdish in the morning. Or roll over on them in bed. Ok, that's a really really gross idea. Thanks a LOT lori!

Someone point toward a better show than The O.C. on TV now.

We used to drop grapes onto a glass table to torture the dog underneath. Good times.

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I know what you mean. This week's (the second hour) episode is better.

The standardized tests that NJ required in eighth and eleventh grade had a writing section, and our eighth grade writing teachers spent months drilling us on writing five-paragraph essays, to the point where I'm fairly certain that I could still write one in my sleep. (Then, of course, our tenth grade English teacher had to spend forever on getting us to write in formats other than five paragraph, since by that point, we'd gotten so used to doing every writing assignment that way.)