really missed my morning cuddles. I know she’ll probably sleep all day, but I’ll be glad to have her back home again. I’ve watched the last three episodes of The Sopranos (god, I love that James Gandolfini!), and I’m finding that I really like it. Yes, I know that everyone has been raving about it for the last year and a half. This is not the first show I’ve stumbled across after everyone else has raved about it for ages, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.

So Sunday night I was waiting for it to come on, and Fred said "Does someone die in this show every week?" Naturally, my response was, "It’s the mafia, babe, what do you expect?" "Oh, yeah." As we were watching the show, Fred – who was only partly paying attention – said "He (Tony Soprano) has a girlfriend?" So what did I say? You got it: "He’s in the mafia, babe. All those mafia guys have girlfriends!" I’m sure if Fred had said "They use Quilted Northern?" my response would have been "Of course they do, they like soft toilet paper. It’s the mafia, babe!" (Personally, we use Scott Tissue. It’s not the softest, but it lasts forever) (Interesting note: I found this link while was searching for a Quilted Northern link.) Okay, I’m outta here. I get to go get my baby in less than half an hour! Y’all take care. Side note #2: Rita Moreno just walked past our front door, stopped, turned around, stared at our front door, and then walked back in the direction from whence she came, all the while staring at our front door. What’s up with that? Are the dopplegangers for all B-list Hollywood stars converging on Huntsville today? There she goes again, all trying to be subtle in her visor, long black velour top, black leggings, and 30 gold chains. Maybe she’s a contract killer for the mafia, and she thinks I know too much about the inner workings of the mob! She’s here to kill me! I’m going to go duck out while the coast is clear. Everyone else can fend for themselves. —–]]>