Monday

Last night's dinner was incredible. Mrs. Undaground made Mom's Chicken Curry which is usually reserved for my birthday meal. I really, really, really like this dish, and Mrs. Undaground has perfected the recipe. I'm afraid, though, that I may have overindulged because I feel like I was hit by a truck sometime late last night or early this morning. The real concern for me is that I want to be 100% for tonight because there's leftovers.

Scanning the news from over the weekend, I found more proof that Tom Cruise is, in fact, an alien. Try to picture this scene, which happened in a toy store:

But the real show was put on by Tom and his pregnant fiancée,
with both of them performing on top of the store's giant piano – jumping,
bouncing, trying to tickle out a tune on the ivories. At one point, Tom did a
handstand. Katie must have approved: She clapped and laughed before the couple
embraced and shared a long, 30-second kiss.

There are a lot of celebrity couples out there that seem like they would be fun to hang out with. Ben and Jen seem well-rounded. We could probably have a fun time having dinner with Oprah and Steadman. Tom and Katie just seem a little bit crazy.

I'm all-for public displays of affection, but 30 seconds, on top of a piano, in a toy store, is a long time to make out in a questionable setting. I'm just saying, if Tom and Katie ever call us to socialize, we will probably say we have other plans. Not to be a snob or anything. I'm a big fan of Top Gun. I just think that even though Maverick was a loose cannon, the actor who played him may be from outer space.