Back from a sparklingly sparkling dinner with Rodzinski and his ever-lovin' TPunk - TPunk looked beautiful, I must say. Rodzinski had the pounded steak with country gravy (I know Pogue is now jealously jealous), TPunk had spaghetti with mushroom sauce, and I had the Combo Louie and only ate half the bowl of dressing. Hopefully, between the jog and the fact that it was my only meal o' the day, I won't gain. We laughed and laughed and just when we thought we could laugh no more, we laughed again. Other things happened, but I'll talk about them in Ye Olde Notes.
The DVDs were here on the porch upon my return, and I must say they look pretty swellegant.