Not only did I get the call I been waitin' for, but I got the answer I wanted.

Brooklyn's comin' home with me next week...plus I asked the most beautiful girl in all Creation to lower her standards and marry me, and she said yes.

I'm gonna have bruises on m' arm from all the pinching I been doing.

So I been thinkin' about this a lot, and I been talkin' to some people, and...well, guess I'm just makin' it official.

I never thought I'd say this...but I think I'm gonna be a dad. And no, Rory ain't pregnant.

Chew on that for a bit, I got a parenting class I gotta sign up for.

What in the blue hell is this "mash up" business with music? If songs were meant to be jammed together, they'd have been written that way.

In other news, think I finally figured out m'dog.

( Rory took this in the back room earlier... )

I ran down to the store this afternoon for Clorox wipes at the shop. That was it. Well, grocery store's right next to the Petco, and one of those groups was doing animal adoptions...

( I never would have stopped if I had not seen this little pipsqueak... )

So after talkin' with Rory recently 'bout Jimmy Stewart, I found myself watching BELL, BOOK, AND CANDLE last night. I forgot how damn funny that flick was. Jack Lemmon killed me, ya know?

Also, I liked her back then? But now watching it...Kim Novak was a funny-lookin' dame. Weird eyebrows.