As I was going to my car this morning a bunny ran across my path. You know what they say about the symbolism of a bunny crossing your path on the last Thursday in March: best Spring 2005 ever! I was all, “Thanks, bunny, for the good vibes,” and bunny was all, “carrot, carrot, fear of predators!”
I’m not quite sure how it happened, but the name Courtney Thorne-Smith was spoken in the house last night. It has something to do with Stevil watching the Style network on On Demand…because he’d already worn out all of their regular programming. McCullen proclaimed that it was the first and last time her name would be invoked, but somehow I don’t believe him. He’s always breaking promises about stuff like never again speaking the name Courtney Thorne-Smith.
In the meantime, blah blah blah. BORING BORING BORED.