Digest: Original Sin

So today was largely without incident, though Heidi's propensities to wake up early and to be scared of thunder and lightening were both evident early on in the day.

There will be cooking in our lives, and love! Salads galore! But what does one make for Breakfast at Wimbledon? The answer can apparently be found whatscookingamerica.net. How sweet it is. There was also a long discussion about parking permits, which centered not only around Chicago's desire to screw its own residents out of not only a place to smoke, but a place to park one's car as well. Because once you can't smoke in bars, you'll have to smoke in cars, kids. It's a fact, Jack. Rhyming sucks. No more of that.

Nothing too new on the TomKat front, though apparently she signed some kind of multi-million dollar 5 year deal. I wonder if she'll be traded for a couple of first round draft picks, because Cruise could certainly use some height in the post, and he likes to kiss men, not women. Bennifer got married and admitted that the Ennifer part of it was knocked up. Cool for them. Thanks for ruining my favorite show, you Ben Affleck kissing fool. Venus beat Sharapova in straight sets.

Much loves, yos. Catch you tomorrow.