I once met Jason Priestley. At the height of 90210 madness. Which means he looked exactly like he does in that picture up there. And if you're anywhere around my age, you know what I'm talking about when I say "Squee!"
Still love you the most. Always will.
I mean, sure, we were all in hunker-down-for-hurricane mode, and ended up going a bit stir-crazy as a result (said hurricane apparently passed over while we were dead asleep on Sunday morning; I think a tree limb batted against our window once or twice, making it more Adorable Kitten than Raging Tiger, as hurricanes go).
I think Trudy (pictured above with me) was a little nervous about doing a reading for me this go 'round. It's kind of obvious what's on my mind and what kind of concerns I'm dealing with these days, so if, you know, the Disaster and Destruction card came up over and over again, I'd probably get a little titchy.
