I swear I posted more, but what I posted suffices. There is no better therapy than the laughter of your nephews (and nieces, I just don't have one yet.)

Allyson, definitely try making a pillow sandwich as a part of a ww6 bed fight. Mine loved that hysterically.

So... OD. It's good for you and that's what I want to see. And the stories make me want to book a ticket to visit my nephew, never a bad thing.

Now I want nephews. Or neices, either way. I should go look up my old boyfriend with the ten siblings. He's probably married by now.

Jesse, totally adopt your friends' kids. I'm honorary aunt to five, and while it seemed a little presumptuous and pretentious at first, I've totally glommed on to it. Not the same as my brother's kid, but still the same babysitting cred (I've been the first sitter for every single one!) and cuddle factor. Plus, I get forgiven for the fingerpaints.

I sense Conviction is going to annoy me. I mean, the newbie female ADA leaving her evidence unattended on the table when she went to lunch was super irritating.

ETA: And they just shot Duncan. Though that means he's TOTALLY available again if I ever sell my pilot.

Even my friends are barely starting to have kids. It's kind of weird.

Duncan from Some Kind of Wonderful.

I was sad when he wasn't in the main credits, becaused I realized he was a goner.

Ack! I'm caught between puppy and Clooney thrall! Help! Send penguins! Will die of cute!

Puppy has the hem of my skirt and is flipping over and giving me puppy eyes with puppy belly.

Daisy Jane! If you're so inclined, I have a long rambly post about Stage Beauty in my LJ, here: [link]

I think we are all powerless before the thrall of puppy!

(And most are powerless to the thrall of Clooney.)

quester -- I KNOW!!!