So what did we do yesterday?

We drowned our no-boy sorrows in the bling bling hot tub.

The pastier one of us got an extra-crispy sunburn, while the more tannable one of us got a little golden brown.

We did interpretive dancing to "Pinkerton". (It's a lot easier than it sounds).

We paused, played, and rewound for our neighbors.

We think they enjoyed it.

We decided that not only was Physics phun, but Physical Education, Phart class, and PhJoaquin Phoenix were also quite phun.

We did not shower.

We agreed that "A Walk to Remember" would have been a much better movie if the male romantic lead character's name was "Juan," and he had a hearing aid and one of those "fake dog" leashes.

And he would periodically change the name of his nonexistant canine friend.

And Mandy Moore's character would be a 40 year old man.

C'mon, you know it'd be neat.

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