Wasted time coming to fruition

My ongoing effort to memorize the Academy Awards has finally paid off. rafaela just called from Memphis to ask, "Who won the Oscar for Best Actor in 1989, and who was he up against?"

I live for these moments.

(By the by, Daniel Day Lewis got it for My Left Foot, beating out Morgan Freeman, Robin Williams, Kenneth Branagh and Tom Cruise for Driving Miss Daisy, Dead Poets Society, Henry V and Born on the Fourth of July, respectively.

I have flash cards to practice this thing. I am a dork of the highest order.)

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Another quiet afternoon / evening at home, I'm afraid—our trip to Friendly's has given Abbey (and her dad, a bit) a stomach ache, so no venturing out for us. Ah, well. I've been enjoying just spending time with them, no pressure. Well, except the pressure of trying to rein them in when they're flying around like ermine on a hot plate....

So. In the interest of sparing y'all from my usual drivel, I turn the keyboard over to my weekend guests of honor. Take it away, Abbey:

Whats up all you people out there i'm Abigael [middle and last names edited out at Abbey's request]. Plesse to meet you .

Thanks, Abbey! *waves* And now, Nik:

i love you nikolas

Awww.... *grin*

Well, Abbey has agreed to throw her coat on so we can trade in the video for a new one, and then back here for settling in. Have a good night, y'all!