I have thoughts on last nights Supernatural that I'll probably post here eventually. I think I must have caught the plague everyone was talking about. Last night after the show was over, I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer, so I crawled right into bed and went to sleep.
Thoughts right now? Dean + singing REO Speedwagon = me, a puddle of goo.
Scott and I are probably the worst puppy parents ever. Wednesday night, I fell asleep on the couch with Milo and last night Scott brought him in bed with us. Nothing like waking up to the feeling of a cold, wet dog tongue licking your nose.