No more Whitney Houston, please.

Ryan is behaving like a 10-year-old. He's singing the enormously annoying "I Will Always Love You" and "Can You Feel the Love Tonight" at the top of his lungs (complete with cheesy hand motions and high-pitched voice) and now I have a monster headache. (It might have been different if he were singing the Dolly Parton version...but no). Furthermore, he just poked a hole in Kirby's Styrofoam cup that contained her peach tea, then began laughing manically.

It's Fried-Day in the newsroom.

Patti just asked if we need reminding about Red Ribbon Week (for drug awareness), and threatened to write warnings on the white board if we don't shape up. She is working really hard over there, trying to get the paper out by 5 p.m. because she and I are going to the jazz festival dinner and program at 6 p.m.

TGIF. And warm weather is on its way....

And by the way - I do adore Ryan. He is a constant source of entertainment.