Tonight, when I came home from my not-exactly-grueling softball practice, Doobie had dinner waiting. And not just any dinner.

Fried green tomatoes and awesome cheesy grits.

Architectural Digest was a double issue this month.

I made an awesome diving/rolling catch, and every hit I made during my turn at bat was perfectly placed between second base and the outfield, except for the one that scooted between short and third. There are pitfalls involved in being on the company team, but I will not fall into them.

Robert is still on Project Runway.

And thus, my life is happy.