Last night I had a few girls over for dinner and a movie.

They arrived late in the afternoon. One brought chocolate. Lots of it! One took over my kitchen and made a delicious lasagne, while the rest of us stood around, gossiping and giggling about… uh, frozen spinach.

We hit the video shop, swearing to hire the most chickiest chick flick we could find. And good lord, it was awful. But it served it’s purpose. For Mr. Vartan is one damn fine piece of man.

It was an excellent evening. Must do more of this!

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