I know it's been awhile, but believe it or not, I think I may be ready to stage a comeback. One problem, though. I need a new look.
I would go back in time and eliminate a wide swath of 80's music, as it seems to be my boyfriend's weapon of choice in his attempt to drive me crazy. (Hint: It's working.)
Apparently, unlike 99.9% of stressed individuals, instead of dreaming of nudity in a public place, I dream of wearing a smashing bra and panty set and attending a dinner party where I knit and eat Chicken Tikka Masala.
Think you can handle it? Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog
(I just love Neil Patrick Harris, don't you? P.S. Act II is my favorite).
M: Okay, you were right. This stuff is playing some loud and rowdy ZZ Top* to a sold out crowd on my lower intestines, and I just finished eating like 10 minutes ago.
J: I know, right? I was over here thinking if I didn't want to sleep on the couch tonight, I needed to go hole up in the bathroom for a while.
M: I wouldn't have made you sleep on the couch.
J: Did you forget I had chili for lunch?
M: ...
J: Feel like retracting your last statement?
M: No, I just had to pause and admire some mighty fine guitar twirling.
J: Dear Lord, this is going to be a long night.
Chuck - The Complete First Season
LOVING IT! Great music, too.
Midsomer Murders - Set Four
Fits perfectly on a cold, Sunday afternoon with some knitting in your lap and mug of hot tea or cocoa.
