I loved Phil tonight. Tobacco Road rocked. (In my personal opinion, which I'm sure some will disagree with. Snot.)
Edited to add: Gina rocks. I love her. Her look, her hair, her voice, all of it. I love chicks who can rock.
Still very tired but all done with my long days. I'm going to sleep in tomorrow with sick Little Boy and not go into work until 10. That will absolutely rock. Rock the casbah.
Can you tell I've had wine? I love wine. And to whine. Whining is good too. And I'm tired. Oh so very tired. Too tired to really sleep. And that just sucks. But, on the up side, I'm american idolin' it and going to watch Bad Girls Club next.
Can I get a woot woot? Or whatever.