Sorry about that, Tink. But would you really want me to run into a cute Broadway boy and you not be there?
Thanks Moony and BD. She lived in the next town. Actually about 5 or 6 streets over from the cousin who told me about it, in the same neighborhood.
The same cousin who has now called my work and cell phone and has left voice mail's on both. I really do think she thrives on stuff like this. Not really. She means well, but she does wear me out sometimes.
I hung out with Cheyenne Jackson in his dressing room waayyyyyy before he tickled D2. "unleash the girly"Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch.
Puppies are babies in fur coats.
Tinfoil...The Terrorizing Terminator