There's a lake?

I do indeed get the reference. And I'm still standing by my decision not to name our cat Paul Anka. I told you we decided to name her Bagheera, right? Or did I just let Plurk tell you for me? Either way, we named her Bagheera, and we think she may actually be a better cat than Charlie. Don't tell Kara. Wait, she probably reads this, doesn't she?

Ok. So first, I have to address the Glee thing. I'm totally with you on being glad show choir wasn't like that when we were in high school. I was the single biggest choir nerd in Choraliers by my senior year. I'd have no clean clothes left. I actually think about that nearly every time they say something about how the glee kids are on the bottom of the high school food chain. I mean, neither of us was voted homecoming queen, but I much appreciate the great lack of slushies.

On a completely unrelated tangent, Juno is on right now, and I love the part where Allison Janney says that doctors are evil sadists who love to watch the lesser people scream. Almost as much as that one line in 10 Things I Hate About You that we like so much. I'm not quoting it, since I assume you already know which line I mean.

Next topic: your dream was indeed cracked out. And sorry, buddy, but I got nothing. Did you eat something weird before you went to bed? Watch weird movies? I dunno. Maybe you should start playing hockey. Maybe you'd have an undiscovered talent, and your subconscious is trying to tell you. And was The Office new last night? I missed it. I went to yoga, and then we went out to for dinner. We went to a diner. It was not like Luke's.

On yet another unrelated tangent, I set up google analytics for this blog, because I'm an obsessed blogger like that, and we have so far had eight visits to this blog. I can't help but wonder how many of them are your sisters.