*sigh* Goodbye, Lynley. Goodbye, Havers. Goodbye everyone from the Inspector Lynley Mysteries.

Last night PBS worked, so we (my mother and I, and my father part of the time) watched Inspector Lynley. At the end, my mother was extremely disturbed. Basically, that particular episode involved incest, affairs, and other whoredoms, along with the murder. So, yeah, my mom says we won't be watching Lynley anymore. :(

As no one on my flist watches Lynley, I suppose this is a private pity party I'll be conducting. ;)

OH MY GOSH!

We have a little wiener dog. We couldn't find her anywhere. We were calling her and looking everywhere, and my brother layed on the couch and he heard ragged breathing (our dog has asthma).

My brother sleeps in the living room on a bed that folds out of the couch. Apparently, he folded it up with Ginger (our dog) still inside!

Luckily, she's okay. She was breathing heavily for a while, though.

Yay! A new moodtheme! It features Sean Bean. *eyes glaze over*...*goofy grin*

So, yeah. I'm procrastinating. I should be doing homework right now. *cough* But of course 'Procrastinator' is my middle name.