May 14, 2006 11:37
Why I am even trying to read my flist? At least 80 percent of it is about the latest Doctor Who episode, which I haven't yet watched because it wasn't, er, ready before I went to bed.
Also, I have come to the conclusion that I do not fancy David Tennant and never will. There's just no spark. Sigh.
H is being amusingly cranky about Mother's Day with his family. Yesterday he smoked some turkey legs to take to the festivities, so I don't have to make anything. I like to cook, but potluck? It makes me cross. I'd rather go out, although not necessarily with the two nieces.
I don't think I can get away with bringing a book, so wine will have to do. Lovely, lovely wine.
doctor who,
real life