Poppy climbed into my bed this morning to snuggle and tell me happy birthday, and then I ate cake for breakfast. In fact, the first and last things I ate today were cake. That’s a pretty good day.
It was a nice weekend overall, as a matter of fact. We had Pete’s “Star Wars” birthday party yesterday, and later in the evening my sister-in-law Phoebe and her fiance Christian came over to watch the kids while Rockford and I went to see “Argo.” It was a very tense, very enjoyable movie. Ben Affleck has been in my Boycott Room for a lot of years, but this one got him released. I’m going to try to get Rockford to write a review of it for the site; we’ll see.
I never understood your beef with Ben Affleck. I heart him. Not as much as Ryan Gosling, of course, but he’s always been a fav.
He’s my sausage. (Which sounds gross and wrong, but you know what I mean.)
Boycott room?
It’s the room in my head where the people I’m actively boycotting live. Since Affleck is gone, Tom Cruise and Russell Crowe are the only ones in there now.
But why as Ben Affleck there in the first place, was it because of Gigli and Bennifer?