After months of activity, my sister went ahead and upped the ante.
(What's that line from Rounders, "In the poker game of life, women are the rake.)
Aww, I'm just kidding.
Here, take this fur coat baby.
Take this fur coat Kevin Nealon.

Anyway, all I want for xmas is a chocolate Beckham

Or a chance to go down to me local and then eat a kebob with this guy
This man is a genius. Buy his records. Dress like him. Try and talk like a Geeza from Birmingham, even if your just a ginga from Upstate. Do whatever he tells you to do. Do not pass go, do not collect $200.

Anywhoser, for a glimpse of a real blog with real people and real Lavar Burton references, please direct your attention here

peas,
-dwr

Jenny's Christmas List

Okay, so we've been completely negligent with this half-assed blog thing. I refuse to admit that it was just a passing fancy. I want our blog to a bastion of boring self-expression clogging the world's internet arteries...

Anyway, a few posts ago (way back in August or something) I ranted about people putting their Amazon wishlists up on their blogs, as if they expected some charitable reader to run out and purchase all the books and appliances they wanted. I don't want to take that statement back, but in a tribute to the blog convention of the list here is my Christmas wish list:

(And if someone wants to get me the Warrant gold album, I won't say no.)

1. Yes it IS actually a 1987 backstage pass.

2. Don't forget me when I'm gone.

3. Even if I can't travel back in time I still want the T-Shirt .

4. If only Wegmans came to DC!

5. The wonders of European Cellular technology.