I'm awaiting the arrival of Mr. Kevin Spirtas.
I may or may not be finished with my scribbles for the day - I've written more than my usual daily allotment, so if I do, cooliscious, and if I don't, cooliscious.
Based on Ann's lovely descriptive prose about her macaroni salad, I have rustled me up a big ol' batch of my tuna pasta salad, which I will dive into the moment I'm through with Mr. Kevin Spirtas.
I got some love packages today - including three CD soundtracks by Mr. Philip Rombi, who's been writing scores for the excellent director Francois Ozun. I got two copies of Haines His Way (I was getting low), and my little DVD store, which has been very dry lately, got in a whole slew of new DVDs. Here's what I got: A new special edition of Get Shorty, which I remember enjoying, Twentieth Century, the original Shall We Dance (from Japan), King Solomon's Mines, The Karate Kid Collection, and Leave Her to Heaven. Quite a haul.