Birthday Fever!

What a week! I've been so busy getting ready for Australia I've neglected my duties as part of the white noise of culture.

Today I took the morning off so I could catch up with such boring things as Laundry, Kitty Petting, and Crafting The Perfect 24 Hour Playlist for my flight.

I also caught up on all the birthdays I missed! Who knew such Titans of America were born this week?

Many Happy Returns to the Red Headed Stranger, Dame Cloris Leachman, and the multi-talented Christine Baranski.

It would also behoove me greatly to mention that today we celebrate the birthday of the greatest of them all, my dear friend The Rock. How I wish I could celebrate his birthday with him, Stifler Style!Fingers crossed I get everything packed in time, and don't get to Australia and realize I forgot to pack something important, like pants.

I Can't Believe This Man Was Knighted!

Every time I see this man I laugh out loud.

My Pet Rock

My Nana's generation had Clark Gable & Cary Grant. My parents, Warren Beatty & Robert Redford. How lucky am I that I got to meet the 21st Century equivalent this weekend?

I caught him by surprise and even air-smooched him!

God Bless America.

Fear Street

One of the fun things David and I did in South Carolina was visit Alligator Island. This was a little island off the coast of America, and we got there by taking a 30 minute ferry ride. I was a bit anxious before the trip that I would get seasick like I always do, but I didn't. My seasickness seems limited to catamarans.

We were mostly excited to visit some Friends and/or Foes. Here at Internals Plural, we're always on the lookout for our reptilian comrades.

First we found this one. I am doing some sort of approximation/cartoon-version of fear in the photo. The little beasty was sleeping and clearly wasn't very interested in us. Still, pretty impressive. Friend.

Now this bastard decided he was going to sunbathe in the road. He didn't seem very interested in stepping aside for us to resume our journey, so we had to take an alternate route. That is true fear I am expressing, as I was trying to bravely inch closer, like Joan Crawford towards Trog. Foe.

Some wiseacre told us that the gators can run up to 30 mph. We figured we'd have to clock in at 35 mph to outrun them.

Secretly, I knew if it came down to it, I'd just trip David and scoot along on my own. Surely the gator would only want one of us, right? I guess that makes me more Foe than Friend.

God Bless, Friends and Foes.

Some Great Footage

In case you missed it, here's the National Television Debut of Tyler's Feet and my Voice.

Backdoor Bea

We love when our Golden Girls talk dirty.

Babies, Mama

Last night Tyler, Jen and I went to a *FREE* screening of Baby Mama, the new Tina Fey movie. You might think we got in for *FREE* because of my Internals Plural blog credentials, but really it's because we talked to someone holding a clipboard outside of Forgetting Sarah Marshall, which we saw yesterday.



Forgetting Sarah Marshall was like Heartburn but with more jokes and less Carly Simon songs, and Baby Mama was like Outrageous Fortune, but with fewer giant leaps and more babies.

My favorite part was after the movie when I went to the special website they created, where you can make your OWN baby by using pictures of yourself & prospective baby-making partner.

I think the cutest baby of them all would be from Amber and Zach.

Cutie Baby!