Filling in for dreadedcandiru...

I don't have much to say about this one.  It's just more of the same:  The Three Stooges on the soccer field uttering numerous an's, expressing uncertainty and worrying like 45 year olds about the future.  And is that supposed to be a punch line at the end?

So we probably have another two days of this crud to get through.  Saturday will probably be an Elly cooking strip with April in the kitchen.

And please, please Lynn - get that tarantula off of April's head.  Geez.