Bloody hell it's quiet around here...

Apart from weird poems from nate someone in people's journals and Doc Bartlett blathering about penguins, that is. Not even a spark at the news we've got a new arrival... Makes me almost want to say something shocking and disruptive to stir things up a bit. *grins*

Almost.

But, there is just three more days of grounding. Finishes up on a Friday, ain't that handy? What say people to some sort of outing Friday night?