Nuh uh, she's performing alchemy and then welding the result into a bike.
If we downloaded all our excitement for you? The recipient would EXPLODE. Because, seriously. My own little brain kinda bends and kinks at the thought that by the time I go back to work after vacation, you'll have met your son. DUDE.
ATTN: BON BON
Roger Clark fanblog: [link]
This is my favorite thing ever now.
I read Gothamist so you don't have to.
From that site, so true:
And, really, if it's not Pat or Roger, all the other newscast at NY1 could be called "Other Guy". Really.
I read Gothamist so you don't have to.
Thank you, because I won't read them until they HIRE A COPY EDITOR. Seriously, they're like militant about not having one.
I just dropped guacamole down my cleavage.
I am
soooo
classy.
Hey, better than grapes at a faculty dinner. Guac at least oozes out of sight.
For some reason I have this mental image of wildly bouncing grapes wreaking havoc amongst tweed-clad faculty, chasing them into inappropriate places.
BUT I HAVE A SMALL HUMAN BEING COMING TO LIVE WITH ME IN A MONTH!
I say you're boasting only YOU ARE TOTALLY RIGHT. MAC ROCKS! And also? Allyson is totally right too, he's totally hit the mommy jackpot.
My last observation has nothing to do with the above, it is just to say that Lee wins the Guacamole Award.
Better run, Isaac is crying.
OK: I admit it. I kinda dug tonight's Studio 60.