I came home, did laundry, and - seriously - was planning on watching Sarah Palin.
Stephanie and I are having girls night instead. This involves sitting on the couch, drinking $3 wine, and talking about boys. In case you wonder what that last part might be like you should go listen to a marathon runner and a paraplegic talk shop. Get it? Because she dates a lot and I can't walk.
Is that joke horribly insensitive?
Anyway, we are about to watch While You Were Sleeping. Place your bets now. I'm putting money on me crying by 11:15 and trying to marry Bill Pullman from 1995.