If we had elections today, they did a spectacular job of not getting the word out. Usually, I get some kind of flyer in the mail that alerts me and this time, nada. I may be making a wrongful assumption, but I'm guessing there wasn't anything happening here.
I have no brownies. I do have strawberries and whipped cream, though. They'll do.
Note to world: still want to lick david boreanaz
Trudy, you have good taste.
Trudy, I take it you watched Bones?
Did it make you cry? At all?
And if it didn't, can you lie and tell me it did? Because I'm still crying like a big baby over here.
I just caught the end, dammit.
Granted, a large part of why I'm crying is my own issues, which therapy and drugs will never never get rid of, and a small part is PMS, but I think it had some legitimate tear-jerking-ness.
I missed the first twenty minutes or I'm sure I'd be very weepy indeed.
I have a fabulous pink vodka sauce simmering on the stove and Dave is late getting here. Grr.
We have a mail in ballot to vote on the coal plant issue.
I had to stop watching it. It freaked me out too much.
Boreanaz, still lickable, though.