TeeVee!

How inconsiderate! Having a "news conference" on the first night of May Sweeps!!! For an HOUR! The FIRST hour of prime freakin time, at that! If Hollywood didn't hate him before......

So uh... anyway. No OC tonight. According to the FOX website, tonight's OC will air next week. Why didn't they pre-empt the stupid Simple Life with tonight's OC and then air Simple Life tomorrow or next week or like... never? FOX is lucky that they're on my good side because of the outstanding quality of 24 or I'd be writing a letter to them right now instead of you! That's a lie. Total lie. I really don't care all that much. It would've been nice to get some orange soapy goodness tonight, though. Instead I got to concentrate on....

Survivor! Guilt-free! No worrying about if I'm recording OC correctly or whatever. Let me tell you what I'm getting tired of on Survivor: Gregg's gross-ass beard. Also? His stupid attitude. It's so cute how he campaigns to get Steph voted off because she can totally kick his ass. Oh the days when they voted off the weak. Sweet memories, eh? I still love ya, Steph! I guess now that she's gone, Ian is my favorite. He's awesome. I am glad he bathed, although there was not near enough nudity in that scene.

Amazing Race: At what point did you know it was non-elimination? When you realized there were only four teams left? Or when Phil explained the gnome thing? Because... they're not going to give you a "special prize" and then eliminate the hell out of you. So anti-climactic for me. Anyway. How much do you love Joyce? No. Wait. How much do you love Uchenna??? Y'all, he is sooooooooo awesome. I mean, she's no cold fish either. I cried when she shaved her head. That is so hard to do, but just.... wow did she look gorgeous or what? Amazing. If Rob and Amber don't win, I certainly want them to win. This is just the best non-scripted show out there. I find my heart racing throughout the entire thing. The editing is simply the best there is. You know... if you pay attention to uh.... those sorts of things. Moving on!

American Idol: What kind of bizarro world am I in? When I'm a little sad that Constantine got voted off? It is most certainly all in the timing. I would rather be ooged out by Constantine for another week than subjected to Scott's half-assed boring melisma-fest that he calls singing just one more time. At least Constantine is like... entertaining. But oh well. Hopefully there will be some level of outrage and there will be backlash and an outpouring of votes for my darling Vonzell. That girl should NOT be in the bottom three even if there's only 6 people! I mean, this is out of control. Stop voting for Scott, whoever you are!!! Even God agrees.

Um, anyway. Now for the scripted portion of my manifesto. 24 is awesome, as you all may have guessed since it is ALWAYS awesome! Marwan is so eeeeeevil and it is delicious! Jack is such a badass and it is HOTT! President Palmer? Back! Chloe? Just tore up some terror-ass! When I first heard that Chloe was going out into the field, I was all, oh geez what a gimmick! But oh man.... was that cool or WHAT? From what I could tell, she totally saved that girl's life when I was certain she was a goner. Thank goodness for bulletproof glass on that CTU vehicle. If only the TerrorFam had thought of that.... Hey, where's Behrooz anyway? Huh. Hell, where's the freakin Secretary of Defense? He needs to come back and reign in his daughter and her inappropriate timing. I mean, seriously Audrey. Can you not see that Jack is kicking some ass right now? He doesn't have time to talk about your "feelings!" Sheesh. I love Kim Raver. I think the fact that I have really grown to be horribly annoyed with Audrey proves that Miss Raver is a helluvan actress.

Have I ever talked about Veronica Mars on this thing? Because man.... that show is GOOD! It totally rocks my face right off. I think it has been some sort of good thing that it comes on at the same time as The Amazing Race. That forces me to record VM, which lets me rewind aaaall I want! The "I want to hate you and totally make out with you at the same time" thing she has going on with Logan is way hot and super-volatile and it looks like it could blow up next week. Man. So many MYSTERIES!!! This show is so good, y'all. I know it's on UPN. I had to look up which channel it was on, too. We've got to figure out who drugged and raped Veronica. Could it be two seperate people? Hm. And then we have to figure out what the Kanes are hiding. And of course, who killed Lilly. Are they only covering up the murder? Or something even bigger? And what will become of Lianne Mars? Two more episodes!!! Squeeeee!!!

Lost: We are so over reruns and clip shows, ABC. I realize that you want to save all of your good stuff for May sweeps, but.... GUH! We barely remember what happened at the end of the last new episode? Boone died and everyone thinks Locke is a murderer. And it looks like Sayid kills Locke. Or at least tries to. Whacky. I have read that it is not out of the question for another islander to bite it. I also know part of what happens in the season finale, but I can't spoil it. If you want to know what I know, email me. It has to do with.... ah forget it.

Speaking of which... is ABC lashing out at FOX for "stealing" their lame-ass reality show ideas? First, they announce a few weeks ago that they are airing the two-hour finale of Lost in the exact same time slot as the American Idol two-hour finale. And then this "Fallen Idol" alleged expose is coming on next Wednesday? I smell vengeance. And I will soak up every second of it. Because when the networks battle it out for our attention, who wins? The viewers. You and I. That's who. I will watch. I will record. And it will be good to the last drop.

I had to get all of my TV ponderings out of my head before it exploded. We do not want that. Do not worry, faithful readers. I am still compiling Part 2 of the Birthday Retrospective. It turns out, I'm not that funny during the winter. Huh. Funny that. Or... not, as the case may be.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR BLOG!

Yes, it has been an entire year since I've started emptying my brain out here at this lovely site. A big thanks to Mark for turning me on to the whole thing. And of course, thanks to everyone who reads it! I have decided to compile some snippets that still make me laugh. Sorry if it looks like one of those self-aggrandizing retrospectives from an awards show, but I just had so much fun going back and reading all the weird stuff I've written during the past year that I wanted to share. And of course, the beauty of the blog.... if you don't care, don't read! Anyway, thanks to Shane for reminding me and I hope you guys like it. Oh, and this is only Part One. FYI! Hee!

I don't understand. This is like that time that time I woke up right after I re-decorated my room in all black and white and I thought I was color-blind. Completely disoriented, didn't know which way was up. Thank goodness for that stupid green hat. – May 4, 2004

What if I actually moved to San Francisco? I would still love my Cowboys right? Wrong. I would never move to San Francisco. – May 4, 2004

It sucks, but this is a step in some process, I'm sure. What process, I can't quite figure out. Maybe I'll end up on the other side with a permit of some kind. A permit to ROCK YOUR FACE! I couldn't resist. – May 6, 2004

It'd be nice for someone to just remove the flab and be done with it, but the pain and risk just doesn't seem worth it. I'll hire my four year old as my personal trainer. She's pretty relentless and I can pay her in grilled cheese and other assorted dairy products. – May 11, 2004

It's almost like the screenwriters went to a meteorologist and said "what about this?" blah blah blah and the meteorologist said "well, that's never gonna happen." And the screenwriter said "Never? Really?" And the meteorologist said "well, I suppose there's a sliver of possibility..." and started going into all of the insane factors that would have to come into play but the screenwriter cuts the meteorologist off to pull a Jim Carrey and says "So, you're saying there's a chance?" And then the meteorologist gets tired of the screenwriter and just says yes so that the screenwriter will just go away. – May 12, 2004

We had one brief conversation and there wasn't much I could say without feeling like a total dork seeing as I was dressed like a hooker. – July 1, 2004

I read an article about blogging in Time magazine the other day. Apparently, these things are supposed to have a purpose and a point??? Or maybe an opinion or some information occasionally? Oops. – July 6, 2004

And he is not the kind to apologize, so I guess he'll just have to go on permanent hiatus. That's a TV euphemism for CANCELLED! That's right! He's been Whoopi'd! He's been Life with Bonnie'd! He's been CSI Miami'd! Oh wait. That last one's just a fantasy of mine. Oops. – July 26, 2004

I’m going to do one of those stupid jumps in the air I do when I get way too excited about something that’s not really that important. – July 29, 2004

If you ask me for directions to a restaurant, I will be compelled to give you a main route, two alternate routes, reasons you may want to take the alternate routes, and my full assessment of the restaurant including the thickness of the chips and the zestiness of the salsa. Hey, you asked for it. You knew what you were getting into. – August 1, 2004

Why can't I have a favorite letter that's not in my name? That limits me to....hang on, gotta count.....9 letters! Out of 26? That's.....let me get my calculator.....17 letters left out in the cold! Anyway. Like I needed a new purse. – August 16, 2004

I love Canadians and I love Canadia. They are just the nicest people ever who, oddly enough, brought us the glorious and often bloody sport of hockey. They also love to have tea. – September 15, 2004

So the nice airport man leans down to talk to the kid and he says "are you this many or this many?" holding up two, then three fingers. And then the kid ends up holding up four fingers indicating he was indeed four years old. I can suspend belief about the quasi-bomb and the governor's plane and the loose dog, but a four year old that doesn't talk??? Give me a BREAK!!! If that was my kid, or any other 4 year old I know, you not only would've gotten their age, you would've gotten their birthday, middle name, what they did that day, why they're getting on the plane, how the airplane works, how the airplane can fly through the clouds and what size underwear they have on. – September 16, 2004

I do not love how he keeps asking The Lord to make them win. Dude. God doesn't "do" reality shows. – September 20, 2004

Every time somebody prayed, pulled out a Bible, or otherwise solicited The Almighty to help them win a RACE, we had to drink. Mostly it was Brandon and Nicole, but Chip had a few in there, too. But if Colin just arbitrarily yelled "JESUS!" that didn't count. You had to actually be talking to God. We are all a bunch of sinners. Drinking every time someone prayed. – September 21, 2004

All guys say that guys are so easy to figure out. They need food, water, and sex. I wish it were that easy. I can make a mean turkey sandwich. – October 11, 2004

Those new Burger King commercials? Creepy, wrong, and some disturbing homoerotic undertones. I'm not saying that homoeroticism necessarily is disturbing to me...I'm saying this particular brand of underlying homoeroticism involving breakfast food is disturbing. Big time. – October 16, 2004


Part Two coming soon! =)

OK, so NASCAR didn't really ruin my weekend. It didn't exactly do me any favors though, I can tell you that much. First of all, you should know that Jessica had a very bad week last week. Nobody died or anything, but some not good stuff happened, so please send her your good vibes. She needs them very badly. And possibly a vacation. Yes, she definitely needs that too.

Saturday: Jess and I agree to meet at the bar "early." Like, at 8. She calls me at 7 and informs me that she's not going to make it at 8 so we should shoot for later. I tell her that that's a good thing because I was just then on my way home from the mall (where else?) and wouldn't make it either, so it was a good thing. So I show up at 9 and say hi to everyone. I catch Brad and he points over to a table where Jessica was sitting. I wave goofily and Brad says, "I think she's mad at me." I say, "Wha? Why?" He's all, "I don't know...just got a weird vibe." I sigh and say, "She's had a hard week. It's not all about you, y'know. Narcissist." Hehehe. Then he tried to convince me that he was not a narcissist, but in fact a megalomaniac which... OK, I'll buy that.

So anyway. I have a seat with Jessica and no sooner had I had a sip out of my beer than her phone rings. "What? Where? How come I didn't get an invite! OK, where is it. Mm hm. Left on [whatever road]?" I recognize [whatever road] from a subdivision that I addressed and was all, "Why are you getting directions to [name of subdivision]?" Jess, "Nick's having a party." Me, "Oh cool! Let's go! When?" Jess, "Uh....right now?" Me, "Huh?! Why didn't you get an invitation?" Jess, "She said I did! But it probably went to the wrong account." Ooooooooh. Well, anyway. So we decide to go but come back to the bar later. 1) It gives us an out at the party and 2) If we didn't come back, ah who cares? So anyway. We decide that we had to leave RIGHT THEN (9:15) or we wouldn't be back by 11:00, in time for us to have any sort of good times at the bar. Well, by my calculations, it would take us about 45 minutes to get out to Nick's. Yeah, do the math on that one. But you know what? Who cares. It's Saturday night and we can do whatever we want with plans or without. So I gave my beer away and we head out. Jessica decides that it'd be nice of us to stop and get a six-pack to contribute to the party. Shouldn't show up empty-handed and all. So we wait until we get just outside of town on a certain cross-country US highway and we stop at a sizable gas station. It is buzzing about with travellers, you can tell. So I go one way to pick out some beer and Jessica goes the other way to pick out a soda. After some excitement with flat vs. domed lids, we both approach the cashier. Now in case you don't know what Jessica looks like, she is Korean and Black. Very exotic looking and dark. I am so White that I could possibly be a light source all on my own. So the cashier asks for Jessica's ID, inspects it, looks at her, and hands back the ID. Then she looks at me and asks for mine too. I pause and look at her with a straight face and say, "Well, we're sisters." And she kind of looks sideways like, well I still want your ID bitch. Then I give that "Oh I'm just kidding, we're not sisters, it's right here!" laugh and hand over the ID. She laughs and says, "Y'all are lucky. I look just like all of my sisters and brothers!" Wha? Did she just believe me??? I mean, I know that everyone's family is different, but..... Hee!

We get to the party and immediately see Nick, who is a tall good looking man. Then he introduces us to his roommate and HELLO JIM! Muh....rrrrrrrrrrowr! I'm sure he gets that dumbfounded "Whoa you're hot" reaction a lot. Hope I didn't drool on his hand while I was shaking it. Anyway! Then we saw Katie Holmes (not that one!) and her boyfriend S-E-A-N and then we stood in the kitchen and talked and had fun and then we decided to go because we knew Nick, Katie, S-E-A-N, Barry, his fiance, and.... that was about it. I mean, everyone was really nice and all but Jim was talking to these other girls and didn't seem interested in tearing my clothes off that very instant, so I figure what's the loss? Turns out, Jessica thinking the same thing about Jim, which is strange because we have incredibly differing tastes in men (which is a very good thing). So that just goes to show how incredibly hot he was (and I'm sure still is). So our good-byes were swift and well-timed. We stepped out just before the card games started.

Time of arrival back at the bar? 10:59. We are sooooo good! Well, Jessica is good. She was driving. So anyway. We played trivia. We got hit on by some strange man named Ron(nuh nuh nuh) who tipped Jessica just for being cool. No I'm serious. He gave her 2 dollars for being awesome. I was ignoring him, so I guess I missed out. And then NASCAR ruined my weekend, but I'm not telling you how. Not specifically, anyway. Haaaahahaha I'm so mean.

Sunday: We had our annual 9-1-1 picnic for our 9-1-1 dispatchers and their families. It's always a ton of fun, but utterly exhausting. It's like normal work, but instead of sitting at a desk in a controlled environment, there are a ton of people and the chasing of small children and many things to do! It was a gorgeous day. We could not have begged and pleaded for a nicer day. Except maybe.... for no NASCAR. We had a banquet hall for the eating and the Cher performance (yes, I said Cher) and of course there was a TV and wouldn't you know what was on? I would go in there to rest while Gabi played on the merry-go-round for the 487th time and I just tried to read what was on the racetrack wall. Texas Motor Speedway, Fort Worth, Denton County, Texas Motor Speedway..... very hypnotic. And also the white noise and the metronomic "vvvvvvvvvVVVVVYOOOMMmmmmmm" will put you right out. Good thing I was sitting on a rickety old bench that felt like it could come crashing down any second. That'll keep ya awake. Also? Water balloon tosses. Those will also keep you awake. Chasing your insane five year old? Awake! Watching two performances by a dead-on Cher impersonator? Also awake! Aside from being a great Cher impersonator, she was also an incredibly nice person. I hope the real Cher is that nice.

Anwyay! So as soon as we got home, I gave Gabi a bath because I'm not sure she was clean anywhere. Then I sat down on the couch to watch some TV and realized that I'm not smelling like a rose myself so I took the best, hottest, lime and gingerest shower ever! It felt so good. So good that I almost immediately passed out from the pleasure. But I still had to put Gabi to bed and watch a little TV to wind down. But I guarantee you I was not awake more than 2 minutes after hitting that pillow. And I woke up in the morning in the exact same position; went in to wake Gabi up: also in the exact same position. We were OUT! You know how sometimes you wake up and your body's kinda sore but you don't know if it's because you ran around all day the day before or if it's because you slept so hard that night? Yeah, that was this morning. It's a good kind of sore. Only one kind of sore beats that kind of sore. Hee!

And today was kind of a blur for all of us. Everyone was beat and we had to do some post-picnic sorting and putting away of picnic stuff and they even let us take some of the leftover goodies (yay goodies!). So if anyone needs a bright green 9-1-1 antenna ball, you just let me know! Not really. I have no idea how I'd mail one of those things and I don't particularly feel like finding out. =)

OK, well that was my weekend. It was good times and I hope yours was good too. And you know what? There's another one in like.... FOUR DAYS!!! Awesome. Hope you have a good week and maybe I'll have some rad TV to yap endlessly about in a couple of days. Like.... 24!!!! yes, I saw it tonight but I'm not going to talk about it out of respect for our dear DVR friends. But I can't wait forever, dear DVR friends. So get on it! K? K. Tomorrow: Amazing Race, American Idol, Scrubs, Office, Veronica Freakin Mars..... Tuesdays are so wonderfully exhausting.

Good night dear readers! Oh, and one more thing. If you live outside the US or Canada and you are patient enough to get this far, could you pretty please leave me a comment so I can see who's really stopping by? I'm really curious and positively dying to be big in Belgium.

NASCAR Ruined My Weekend

In more ways than one. That's all you ever need to know. HATE!

It be Firday!!!

And doesn't it feel all good and squishy inside? Just thought I'd pop on momentarily and say that the weekend is so immensely awesome that I might just have to go and drink some beer in an effort to deal with the whole thing. Oh, and it's freakin NASCAR weekend so it should be "extry intr'stin." What is it that rednecks have against vowels? I'm not saying that everyone who loves NASCAR also hates vowels, I'm just sayin..... Last year on NASCAR weekend a complete stranger braided my hair. Yes, a man. I guess he liked my hair or something. *shrug* Anyway. I'm sure Jessica is already out there getting a head start on me, so off I go! Into the wild amber yonder! Hee! Hope you guys have a super rad weekend, too!

OK fine. I give up on waiting for Blogger to get their "recover post" feature back online in a lame attempt to recover last week's post that got eaten viciously by cyberspace in a binary bloodbath of epic proportions. Guess what it was about? TV! I know that is shocking to you, but it's true.

So um.... TV is good. Desperate Housewives finally got somewhat interesting and made me gasp a couple of times. It has kind of plateaued (sp?) lately which is why I rarely talk about it. But man, when Carlos literally forced Gabrielle to sign those papers? Dang! What a psycho! And when Zach figured out that he was originally named Dana? Dang! He's already nuts! So this is the theory that the co-parent's mom put forth.... Ready? Mary Alice and Crazy Paul adopted "Dana" and then the birth mother (NOT a private investigator) came back and said she wanted her child back and Crazy Paul and/or Mary Alice banged her with a brick or something. OR! An even better theory? Mary Alice STOLE Zach from that hospital in Utah, moved to NY, changed her name and sha-pow she's a mom (maybe they couldn't have kids or something) and then the birth mother HIRED A PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR and they killed the PI and OK that's my theory. Because remember when Crazy Paul said that the PI had come to take Zach away from "the only family [he's] ever known"??? That kind of struck me as odd. Was it already established that Zach had been adopted? I love mysteries. I'm total crap at figuring them out, but they sure as hell are fun.

OK, short takes:

24: I didn't think they'd do it. And then they went and did it. They totally did it! Blew me away. (pun only sort of intended)

Amazing Race: Aw, not the brothers! They're kind of awesome.

American Idol: Nikko? But A-Fed made my ears bleed! To the teenage girls with turbo dialing fingers: HE'S NOT THAT CUTE!

Lost: I am very angry with the writers for two reasons. 1) Way to leave us hangin on the whole hatch lighting up thing. 2) Way to kill off the hottest guy on the island! At least we still have Sawyer.

OC: How come it's so boring? I had to start and stop and start watching it like, three times. I want to like it. I really do! But it kind of makes me sleepy.

Survivor: Aw, poor Steph. She's so awesome yet so alone.

Veronica Mars: Brad is trying to convince me that Duncan did it. And even given the blackouts and rage episodes... I'm not buying it. And I don't think Lianne would do it either. It's someone close to the Kanes. Close enough that it would benefit the Kanes to cover up a murder and falsify the time of death. And I'm catching on more and more to the dichotomies in this show. Every week I think I pick up on a new one. Officer Lamb and Deputy Leo. Lion and the Lamb? Clever. Jake Kane and Abel Koontz. Kane and Abel? Interesting. And of course the most obvious would be Veronica Mars who attends Neptune High. I'm sure there's more that I'm missing. I'll pick up on 'em....

So anyway. On to reader mail. I know it's been a long time since I've posted, but I had 35 comments on my last post! You guys must really miss me! Of course I won't have time to answer all of them, but I thought it'd be nice to answer some of them in a way other than leaving another comment and hoping you catch it.

Jonesie said...

Ok, please pardon my "lurkiness" of days past. Di, I've been reading your Blog
for about a month, or so... since learning of it at that place we all "hang
at." Girl, you've got to be the best at conveying thoughts with your keyboard!
You...are... captivating!

Wow! Captivating! That word has been rolling around in my head since I read it. That is so kind of you to say and I really do find it to be a wonderful, uplifting compliment. Thank you so much. It's good to know that people still know the power of a kind word. I hope you stop by some more to read me ramble on about TV and boys! =)

Jing said....

i've since stopped watching the unscripteds and have subsequently become
addicted to the scripteds. 24, Lost, the 4400, and Grey's Anatomy. they're all
so good. like cocaine, but safer and more addictive.

You know, I've caught Grey's Anatomy (still need to watch tonight's tape, though) and it seems pretty good! It's been doing OK in the ratings which means that Boston Legal will probably get a new night. Which, you know, whatever. I never watched it. It's a spinoff from The Practice which I stopped watching long ago. I realize that it's a different show or whatever but... meh. I just can't get excited about another legal procedural. Now another medical procedural? Something's got to fill the void that ER left like, five years ago. Right? Anyway... I've never seen the 4400. Maybe you can share some insight. I know it's gotten rave reviews. 24 and Lost rock my face! Woo!

"Anonymous" said....

TV? Do they still have that? Is that the weird rectangular piece of
furniture on which baseball games have recently begun to appear?

Sincerely,Santos for President '05 Headquarters(formerly Donatella Moss for
Softcore Porn Headquarters)

Sevi! I know it's you! Nobody else watches the West Wing. So did Santos get the erm... nomination? Is that what last week's big episode was about? Oh, and um... congratulations on the beginning of a wonderful new baseball season. May it be the best one yet. I know that sounds like you just graduated or had a kid or something, but I know what a momentous occasion Opening Day is to you so I thought I'd congratulate you. Or something.

Jing said:

oh.my.god. the killed the president. i knew it! :)

Oh come on! Did you really think they'd do it? REALLY? :) But you know, in the teasers for tomorrow's episode, it makes it look like the missile barely grazed a wing and that what we thought was Krispy Keeler last week will more likely be Flat Keeler after the plane crashes. Confused? Yes. And I LIKE IT!

Anyway, in non-TV news, I got my hair whacked off and it has been described as cute, hot, awesome, and very hot. In that order. Naturally, "very hot" was my favorite, given the source. I mean, I really like it so I hope this doesn't sound like bragging just because I'm repeating what others have said. Right? =) I really do love it. My neck already has stopped hurting.

Oh, and we were supposed to get some awesome weather tonight, but the thunderstorm literally collapsed right over us. It looked really weird, though with the low angle of the sun reflecting off the bottom of the clouds which reflected back down to the ground and reflected back up the green of the terrain and made the clouds look green. Not green like "there's hail in that storm and it's about to kick our ass." Like... Spring Green! It was weird and kooky. But I know another set of storms barrelled (smashed, slammed, whatever TV news anchor type scary word you want to use) through over the town the co-parent lives in, so I hope all is well with him. I'm sure it is because that town has a serious weather-bubble. I lived there for eight years and I am all about science when it comes to meteorology, but that town has some supernatural weather-bubble phenomena going on. I have seen a line of storms literally break up just outside the city limits and rejoin on the other side. I kid you not. I have seen every county around us in a Severe Thunderstorm Warning, all lit up in yellow and our county was the only grey one on the map. It is KOOKY, y'all and I wouldn't believe it unless I had seen it with my own eyes, so I don't blame you if you don't want to believe me. It's coo'.

Oh! And I keep seeing trailers for the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy movie! And I'm sooooo stoked! And I saw a billboard, too. Woo! I just finished HHGG and am now starting The Restaurant at the End of the Universe. I kinda wish I had 'em all in paperback so I could lug them around in my tote bag and read them on my lunch break or something. That would be so rad. I would even take out my HazMat book that I carry around JUST IN CASE I see a chemical spill and I need to call it in. You just never know, people!

Anyway. Sanitize your biohazard suits. We're goin in!

Love,

~Di