G'morning.
We're getting somewhat back to normal -- Max is still a little shell-shocked and clingy, and being the prissy little thing that he is refused to go outside yesterday (can't say that I blame him.)
We're seeing "Les Miserables" on Saturday night. Having seen and loved it back in the 80s, and having read it a couple of times, I'm looking forward to it. I'm surprised J2 wants to go: he saw it right before it closed and, predictably, hated it. (Tunes, you know.)
It may be a longer evening than we're anticipating.
Cheyenne Jackson tickled me. AFTER ordering SoMMS a drink but NOT tickling him, and hanging out with Girly in his dressing room (where he DIDN'T tickle her) but BEFORE we got married. To others. And then he tweeted Boobs. He also tweeted he's good friends with some chick on "The Voice" who just happens to be good friends with Tink's ex. And I'm still married. Oh, and this just in: "Pettiness, spite, malice ....Such ugly emotions... So sad." - After Eight, talking about MEEEEEEEE!!! I'm so honored! :-)