Someone just needs to write a folk song about her....

"The Broad We Call...Erin!"

Lemme just say if my statue ends up on some mudder planet somewhere, I'd better look cute!

Wow, Erin, you lead the most exciting life. You should write your memoir. Or, you know, start it anyway. I doubt you're done doing the stuff that needs to be written about.

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Erin, you win for the shittiest Monday. But damn, your sense of humor is intact, girl!

Too bad there are no more anti-war people in country music

Have you never heard Steve Earle? 'Cuz...

Helloooooo...Dixie Chicks. Maybe they're just anti-Bush. But still.

Doc called me in some pain meds but was unapologetic about the fuckus at the office on Friday. Mmm...I'm looking into recs for another doctor.

fuckus

New favorite word.

Helloooooo...Dixie Chicks. Maybe they're just anti-Bush. But still.

Yeah, that's what the second part of my post was referring to....

Seany - I booked a room here: [link]

It's decently close to the house and such. And a good price.

Yeah, that's what the second part of my post was referring to....

Oops--yeah. That.

Aw, geez, Erin. That's a shitty Monday to make all the other shitty Mondays hang their heads in shame.

You poor thing! Hell, I'm tediously anti-smoking and even I'm tempted to send you a carton of smokes just in case you need them.

Also, I'm growing increasingly convinced that cars are tools of the Devil. Fun as can be to drive and sometimes incredibly convenient, but they can also be the most infuriating, appalling, (and, apparently, jail-causing) bottomless money pits on the planet. Eeeeevul.

And in other news, I'm totally covered in shame that I posted yesterday without wishing tommyrot a happy birthday. I suppose I could wait until 2 a.m. on the day DST ends this fall, but I'd rather just wish belated goodness and a most excellent year now.

I'm trying to think which other Buffistas have worked on their Oscar acceptance speech. I'm sure Aimee's got about a dozen filed away. Jilli. Juliana. MM.

::shuffles feet, looks sheepish:: There might be one more person to add to that list.

And Sean, that rocks! Bask and preen all you want (and also maybe dig up an old headshot while you're at it); you deserve all kinds of juicy praiseful goodness.

Sometimes I think of what to say for Best Adapted Screenplay. But then I put the pipe down. But not for The Emmys. That one is always "This is for David Simon, and for Chris Bauer, and Melissa Leo, you thieving motherfuckers." Funny that my Dream Come True always ends with my not being invited back. Fear of success, much? But they are... Thieving motherfuckers.

I had to remind myself that I never wish bad on anyone else, no matter how angry I am at them, or how wrong I think they are, because I just about wished my neck/shoulder pain and your Shingles on your doctor, Cashmere.

What did you say to her?

How are you feeling?