Sunday Morning

I was shockingly without internet for a few days. You would not believe how clean my house is right now.

But now I'm once again able to search the web for important things. Like:






Also: Eva Mendes told Britain's Empire magazine, "If God exists, he looks like Clive Owen, or at least he should do!"

Also: Owen will appear in "ad campaigns for Hypnose Homme, a men's fragrance with top notes of mint and cardamom."

See, aren't you glad I got my connection back? If only I could use my powers for the forces of good.

I could have written a deep, thoughtful blog post, but then I read Nephele Tempest's post on her love of books:

After all, friends and lovers come and go, and even a great pair of shoes will eventually wear out, but books… Books will never go away, and even if one might let me down, there will always be another on the shelf to redeem it. Books are my eternal love affair.

OK... that's pretty good. I can't compete with that at this hour. I also can't compete with the Risky Regencies interview with Carla Kelly. That's really good, too.

So you get Clive for now.

Cheerio,
Abby