Mine across the hall has half-drunken women knocking on his door and then calling their friends to loudly complain about him not being home at 2 a.m. far too frequently for my liking.
I already have that with my neighbor on the left. He's too young for me to join in the chaos. Just as well, really.
No, I'm hoping for a hottie closer to my age. By then I hope he'd learn how to manage his cast-offs with some level of efficacy.
I know it's not good for the show, but it's much more convenient for me to have Harper's Island on Saturday.
Oh, Seska, Flo is such a sweetie.
Shir, I would show you more pictures, but I'm in danger of becoming that annoying relative who does nothing but gush. She is totally awesome, though, especially now that she's toddling around and chattering away all the time.
I'm just saying: it is not early. Here, anyway. Where is the natter?
Have you looked out the window and made sure the rest of the East Coast didn't disappear overnight?
Where is the natter?
I'm busy constructing our lineup for today's Little League game.
We're 1-9. Yesterday we had twice as many errors (6) as hits (3). My poor pitcher threw a great game, and we gave up five unearned runs behind him.
Emmett's my only player who consistently executes in the games, though they're all pretty enthusiastic and trying hard. But the losing streak has definitely taken its toll on some of the players who are getting sullen and muttering "we suck" in the dugout.
Of course, it's the guy who is most sullen who made the most errors and boneheaded plays yesterday.