My poor, poor significant other... I'm going to be SO hard to live with now. Er, as if I wasn't before. Yo! Babe, peel me a grape would cha? Also, I could really use a foot massage. Steak for dinner tonight, right?
Ah, glory and glamour of the wannabe famous/pseudoanonymous. Eat your heart out Vonster.
Kiss My Crown, Peoria!!!

To my thirteen devoted readers: Don't worry- Polly will be deflated and put in her proper place tonight by her beloved family, friends and co-workers. By tomorrow I anticipate I will return to my humble yet, know-it-all self.