Is this thing on?

Oh, so much going on. How about no photos this time, only words? Come on. You can do it.

Adam and I are broken up. A little over a month ago. There are plenty of details if you really want them, but ask yourself, and then answer honestly: Do you really want them? Do you? Well, then, call me. Happy to fill you in.

Election is in full swing. I know! Can you believe it?! Can't wait to see what happens with the VP debate. Thought tonight's debate was good, just didn't really surprise me, for lack of anything funny to say. Other than that, if you're still thinking you might be voting for McCain, I direct you to look at a tape of aforementioned debate. That's McCain...WITH makeup. Dude, seriously.... he's a too-large-a-piece-o-steak away from a Palin presidency. Not on my watch.

Shot a TV spot in South Carolina, but our hotel was in Charlotte, NORTH Carolina. I know! I had no idea it was that close to the SC border, either! Weird, huh? Work has been a welcome distraction, and the craziness that is the American south is amazing. Just happy to be here, Bob. Finishing in LA allllllll next week and couldn't be happier to have some time in the sun and to hog my pal Emilia's new baby girl. She is positively edible. Must. Chomp. Tiny. Toes.

Twins are still hanging on to first place by the skin of their bullpen. I never have been, nor did I ever think I would be, a Cleveland Indians fan. But this weekend, I am a part of the Tribe. Bring the hurt, Ryan Garko (a name I would FOR SURE be making fun of were the situation different). Punish them, Cliff Lee (do you need someone to rub your sore neck? sign me up). For you have been selected to be the team who can help deliver what no one thought could be delivered at the start of the 2008 season; a playoff berth for the Minnesota Twins. If tonight's game is any indication, you hear me and are prepared to deliver. God speed, my Mistake By the Lake friends. I am yours for this weekend only.


Excited for things to settle down a bit. I could use a lazy weekend with nothing to do but sleep in and clean the cobwebs out of some nooks and crannies I didn't even know existed. That would be good. But so would time travel. And fat-free cheese that doesn't taste like rubber. A girl can dream, right?

More photos next time, I promise.