Okay.

I just walked in on Peter. 'What was he doing?', you may ask. OR you may say 'Idon'twanttoknow!' But trust me. Oh you do.

He was air guitaring. To Spectre. Peter. Was playing the air guitar. Along with my gorgeous Spectre's album. And he was singing along and dancing. And I died (again, I totally know what it feels like) of cute ( Read more... )