We apologize for the brief interruption to our daily blogging. Since we needed to get our hands on some hospital bracelet-type items, Rose decided that contracting some kind of amoebic dysentery and visiting the Emergency Room would be the best way to accomplish this key task. She was successful.
Method acting at its finest, people.
Slurpee count = 11
Emergency bottles of Gatorade consumed = GAH.
Oh, Rose, oh, oh, Rose. Pachino and Dean have nothing on you.
Posted by: Melissa | June 25, 2006 at 03:34 PM
Now *that* is commitment to your craft.
Posted by: Lex | June 25, 2006 at 03:36 PM
Crap! That blows!
Hope you're feeling better!
Posted by: Syd | June 25, 2006 at 08:01 PM