I can't decide if James' couch felt good because it's good, or because he was there. Honestly? I think because he was there. He's a great cook too. I don't know what he did to that chicken, but it must have lived a cushy life to have been that excellent. But I brought over Casablanca in all it's 1942 glory. Either he's a great actor, or he liked it. Or he put up with it for me. I hope he actually liked it.
I've got to get to bed though, early morning meeting. Thanks, random readers!
Also, sorry I don't post much about life other than James and work. Blogging is growing on me though.