For the record, Sam, Jennifer’s now blogless husband, makes a wicked kick-ass margarita. Yummmm, yum! So the three of us are sitting here at the dining room table, each with our own laptop – Sam had two out earlier – wait, you think I’m kidding, right? I’m not. We had South Park on and were talking about Robyn and Todd and enjoying the moment (good things of course, just how much we adore you guys and wish you were here). I am here in Geek Nirvana, and we’re considering videotaping the naked guy surfing the web (it appears to be porn) on the second floor of the building. Shirtless, and we presume bottomless because of what Sam & Jenn witnessed last week, with large photos on his monitor right next to the window.
Oh, and their daughter Rachel? She’s a little angel. Too adorable for words.
My stiff and sore neck is gone, not even a glimmer of a headache today… life is good.
If I’m rambling, blame on the Jose Cuervo. God, I needed a vacation, and Sam makes a good margarita.