Yuck, Aimee. I hope it all goes well.

I have the vague feeling that I'm letting everyone down today. sigh. Like I'm worried about who's going to call up next, because fo' shu' I won't be able to help out there either and then I'll just need to add another person to the list.

All the ~ma in the world for Aimee.

Timelies all!

Happy Birthday libkitty!

Healthma to Aimee.

test~ma, health~ma and all that stuff, Aims. Ima try to track down a Jonas boy to offer. We'll see how that goes.

Took the kids to the park behind our house this afternoon. In spite of it being in the 40s, the wind is still pretty stiff so we didn't stay long. But it's sunny, which is a bonus. Winter storm tomorrow--probably icy rain. Thought it best to get out of the house and play while we still could. Winter can fuck off any time now.

Happiest of birthdays libkitty!

I hope you are enjoying every second of it.

We forgot about Earth Hour. We remembered, but we would have had about Earth Seventeen Minutes. Oops.

Too funny about Colbert. Serenity is a much better name, though.

Freckles are awesome!

Love Fierce!

And in the last bit of this post brought to you by random, OMGWTF I am so smitten with Any Dream Will Do! I need to catch up on TAR so I can post in NonFic about it, but for general squee purposes...

Rio H's original non-Saget supposed seekrit celebrity boyfriend is finding (has found, don't tell me!) a new Joseph and it's hosted by Graham Norton who is astoundingly empathetic to the bereft musical theater boys, and there's a fabulous panel who judge and mentor them.

Including John Barrowman on whom I now have the hugest performer crush ever, as if I didn't love him enough already. Because he's all passionate about his craft and careful and thoughtful and freaking talented and sigh.

Anyway, I adore Joseph, so I won't mind hearing the songs umpteenmillion times, and there's some real talent and the drama and the crying boys and John Barrowman and oh!

Tell me you are all watching this show!

I'm pretty sure telling you there are crying boys on a reality show about musicals is not a spoiler.

Who is Ann Althouse, and how weird is it that she's getting engaged to one of her blog commenters? It barely sounds real, but maybe that's how she rolls.

Liese, I watched that show last night! The main thing that annoyed me about it was that they were telling us about certain guys knocking out the judges but then failing to show us said knock-out performance. I know this was merely the weed-out before the show actually starts ep, but I didn't like that. At least they'll be performing from here on out. Did the guy who did all those twirls (I'm guessing he wasn't one of those who had difficulty with the "movement" class) make the final cut, btw?

Angie Harmon isn't racist-- she's just an idiot.

The man's been in office two months, bitch, cleaning up the mess it took your boy Shrubwit, eight years to achieve.

Feh.