OK, I mentioned it on some of y'all's blogs and I'll fess up again here. I'm a couple of sheets to the wind. Friends came over and brought 2 bottles of wine, and I had at least my share and likely more. What can I say? I'm a cheap date. Though I think my head is starting to clear finally as I sit here writing.
Today I found out that we still get a TV channel - PBS apparently. Not beauteous in it's fuzzility, but not horrific, either. And I'll take it over any other possible channel, so hey! :-) The kids were watching some Pororo and when the tape quit, Red Green was on, and then Monty Python and now some odd show with a British guy touring Britain and Wales. Sounds like they're going through some kind of historical reenactment now and I'm seriously considering turning it off so I can listen to Michael. Yes, indeed, I'm going to. But I'm trying to help the littles (OK battle is lost for Prawn, so only Gogo) stay awake for Yi-yi's arrival.
Ah, but that convieniently brought me to the topic of Michael, my new audio love. Michael Bublé that is. O.M.G. What a wonderful voice, what superb music. I'm in love. Auditorally, you know. I'm not sure what's wrong with me (or right with me) to be on this swing kick. First Harry Connick Jr, now young Michael, but I'm loving this music. I really, really want to get "Sway" but have to figure out whether I just want the song, or the whole album. :-P Last night I bought "Save the Last Dance for Me." Today I bought the whole album, "It's Time." Oh yes it is. It's past time. It's time to buy more Michael Bublé, that's what it's time for.
But, hey! My sister is here! Time to drink even more wine and be merry and compare G- strings of my own fashioning. Woo hoo! Naked pillowfights are next, LOL! :-) John generously volunteers to be the official blog photographer. Phoblographer? Anyway. . .