Yes, I sat in the daffodils at the Daffodil Festival over the weekend. No, I did not hurt any of them while friend Shiloh Kinne snapped the photo. I wanted to roll around in them, but I was assured that this was not socially acceptable. Boo.
In other news, my least favorite baseball player seems to have had an affair with Mindy McCready since she was about 15-years-old. Who really cares about this kind of stuff, though? Just like Roger was far from the only player putting a needle into his butt, he's also far from the only player who cheated on his wife. All this coverage makes you feel bad for him, even though good ol' Rog is such a hateable dude.
Hannah Montana doesn't like Vanity Fair photos. Oh, poor Miley. She saw the photos, called them nice and now disagrees. I'm sad for her.
I don't think I've ever regretted not going to Coachella, but this would have been awesome.
That's it from this end. At this time next week, I will shaking with happiness over Opening Day. I can't wait!