Oh what a night!

Can't you see the postcoital bliss in our faces? If only. Celeste and I are just borrowing an idea from my dear friend Jennifer (who, by the way, is freezing her booty off in Iowa) and taking honeymoon photos on her new air matress. No matter what the hooker might try to tell you, there is absolutely no sex in Celeste's bedroom, no sex in Celeste's bedroom, no sex in Celeste's bedroom.

It's a three-day weekend thanks to the dear man, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. We just finished watching a movie that left us quite unimpressed, The Upside of Anger. It is on several top 10 lists for 2005. God, what a bad year for film.