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Some Good News Makes The Bad News Less Painful

First the good news: Willow and Wesley had a baby. Interesting name, I kinda like it. I hope mama doesn't resent having her on her birthday. I was born the day before my mother's birthday and let's just say, birthdays were not fun for me. That's if I can recall even celebrating one before I moved out. Hmm, good times.

And the bad: No more karaoke from Lorne. I want to go out and buy the rest of Angel on DVD just to see the episodes with him in them for the husband to complete his set. That character really made the show so much fun. Mr. Hallett will be missed by those of us who admired him and his work so much.

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Anonymous said…
how sad!!!!! i LOVED lorne!!!!
Anonymous said…
oops that was from me

~geo

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