I was going to finish this week with some pictures of the same old girls drunk at some party, but then my friend alerted me to this little gem of a story: Actress/Sometimes Hobo/Dog Molester Natasha Lyonne turned herself in at a NY court today. She has been wanted for about a year after missing her last four court appearances (did they check the zoo?). Oliver Platt Walrus, Esq., as a lawyer and a puppy, especially respects her decision to finally do the right thing. I think we'll all sleep a little better tonight, knowing that our dogs, and our neighbors' dogs, will no longer be molested by the American Pie "star."

Well, another one down, folks.

So, when you let loose this weekend, be it at your Office Holiday Party, shirtless at a bar, because your one-year-old runs the show and likes you better drunk, Intercontinental flight style, because you've somehow become the victim of immaculate conception (again), or to numb the pain of your painkiller-NEEDING period cramps, call a cab. For everyone's sake.

I love you, I do, and you know that's not an easy thing for me to say (since Brody and Bilson called it quits).

I'l be here all weekend, will you?

Kisses and Makers Mark with Ginger Ale (because that's what I decided Britney is drinking),
Molly