I am hanging out in front of the boob tube with my family. We are watching some crappy tween show on the Disney Channel. David is giving me a foot rub. This is what I would call a great night-especially since Holly's show has now ended. Now David has the control of the remote.
Why isn't there anything good on TV? I have 299 channels and we are now being forced to watch how funonions are made. It was interesting.
I am now grumpy because David ceased rubbing my feet. I am spoiled.
This is the most pointless entry I have posted.
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