Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, Julie Andrews.

Cheesecake never tasted sweeter than at the celebration. Mark has spaghetti. Oh shit. I just heard my eye pop. What? The sink has been running since I was born. 

Mr. Carbs is a magician of sorts. Mostly just of plastic bottle burning, though. 

Maybe that isn’t the water running, but the fan spinning. I don’t know, my ears are confused. 

It’s 11:00 SOMEWHERE! Yeah, right here!

I walked over to the sink. Mr. Carbs was washing dishes with a water gun. And then we laughed in the silliness of the situation.

Amelia (AKA Rosie) can’t stretch a tendon in her leg and thus, can’t walk. You don’t know if you want it anymore? Oh, a name change. Sorry.

You want to stretch it? Do it!

I can’t open my eyes. They are 92.5% closed. Mark is thinking of a musical where the characters try to find a way home and it was a game show. Itchy noses and closed eyes. Hi, Julie! I guess I look like a secretary right now. Aside from the Hooters shorts. Win.

Is that good?

Mark ‘n’ Maureen.

PS I just looked through Melinda’s Facebook comments. What the hell? Also I really want tortilla and cheese.