I’m on my way to Craig’s house to watch Daredevil (three days before YOU get to rent it) and eat something he calls “Pork and Pasta”. And he said I could hold his baby. Most people close to me won’t let me hold the half-decent china, let alone a real human, so this is quite the vote of confidence. I’ll be posting from his place for a bit so don’t expect anything TOO fun – no surfin’ time.
As reward for his kind generosity in forcing his wife to cook more food than she has to AND risking life and limb of little Samantha, I offer this dancing beer: