Here it feels like this:
I would like to go now, please.
Also, I typed "practice pack" into Google and clicked on images
to see if I could find something suitable for breaking up the
chinese wall of words that was yesterday's post and I found this:
A non-sequitor to be sure, but I couldn't resist sharing.
Also, over the weekend, Emily and I saw When in Rome. I'm not
recommending you run out and see it, but having gone in with
lower-than-low expectations, I was pleasantly surprised when the
movie turned out to be way less bad than I anticipated.
I lured Emily into the theater (which was full of assorted single
women, from middle-age downward,) with the promise of eye-candy
in the form of Josh Duhamel. He was, I assumed, why anyone over
the age of 15 was in the theater with us.
Now that I've bored you all with that story, here he is, in all his
boyishly charming splendor:
*swoon* I was really just looking for an excuse to
post a picture of him on my blog. He is married
Fergie (the puffy-faced lady from the Black Eyed Peas)
but I think if we could spend a few minutes together,
he'd see the error of his ways. I also think if I was savvier
on the old computadora, I'd photoshop my face over
Fergie's in a tabloid picture and post that for all to behold.
It would be splendid. Let me assure you.
But who that kind of time on their hands?
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