I force my children to watch Mystery Diagnosis with me every day. Okay…I don’t FORCE them, as in tying them up and propping their eyelids open with toothpicks, but I turn it on and if they don’t want to watch it? Too bad because Mystery Diagnosis is the most awesomely awesome show on TV (aside from Gossip Girl and Trust Me—which is awesome because it’s awesome and also because Tom Cavanagh, whom I used to regard as somewhat lizardy looking, is totally cute)

I hate, hate, HATE the term “make love” as well as any variation of it.  It just sounds so…gross. Does that make me weird? Maybe it does as I think I’m also the only woman on the planet who does NOT get all squiggedy over the word “panties.”

Panties, panties, panties! Take off your PANTIES!

Hah! Not a single shudder.

But that other one… YICKETY YICK YICK YICK.

There’s only one exception to the never say ‘make love’ in my presence rule and it’s this song.

I’m craving a gyro. I haven’t had one in years. Meat on a spool=NOMS

And finally, there’s only one more episode until I’m all caught up with Doctor Who. Am sad. But for the love of all things good and decent, do NOT tell me what happens. Also? Harboring a teeny an unspeakably  huge crush on David Tennant.

That is all.