It looks like Mark and I will be going with our friend Tom to see Barber Shop tomorrow night. I've heard it's pretty good! We were going to see X Versus Sever, but all the reviews we've heard about that one have been really bad.
::sigh:: I was going to post here a silly poem I once wrote about my husband Mark's adoration of Rush Limbaugh, but I can't remember all the words. Oh well, maybe I'll find them later on. :)
No really cool buildings to report on, no missing children to rant about (thank god!), and no really wild happinesses, today. I should go unload the dishwasher. (g) I guess all journal entries can't be scintillatingly brilliant examples of prose.
See you later!