My Elizabeth is flying in tonight for a few days' visit. So I may be distracted over the weekend, waiting on her hand and foot, stealing as many hugs as she will allow, making whatever food her heart desires. In a few minutes I'll be heading for the kitchen to concoct my famous cherry dessert. It's her favorite. Her eyes roll up in their sockets while she's eating it.
Movie Review: Bernadette and her mother went to one last weekend. As usual, they did not seek my advice as to what might be worth seeing. So they considered the options and said, "Hmm, George Clooney. He's cute. How bad can it be?" They saw Syriana. Bernadette's reaction on the way out of the theatre: "What in hell was that all about?" This is significant because she's not in the habit of swearing.
There was something else I wanted to say, but can't remember what it was. I wish O'Rama would get back home. That wasn't what I wanted to say. Just occurred to me.