She’ll Be Comin’ ‘Round The Mountain
I’ve spent most of the weekend shackled to my laptop, toiling away on my book proposal for what feels like the millionth time. I’m totes exhausted—even though I’ve barely moved from my dining room table except to sleep, eat, potty and watch the occasional episode of iCarly. Okay, that’s not entirely true. This morning, while I waited for the TimeWarner dude to replace my half-eaten internet wires (damn vermin!), I also caught an episode of Drake & Josh. I think Josh Peck might be the worst over-actor of all time, but Crazy Steve more than makes up for it. Anyone know who Crazy Steve is? Let me see a show of hands.
Um, allow me to introduce you the unexplainable Crazy Steve:
Yeah, told you. Anyone who flails around with bras tied to tennis shoes is okay in my book.
Ding! Back to work!
I love Crazy Steve/Spencer!!! I love his spaghetti tacos and his crazy socks! The situation that sticks with me lately…”And now…a word from our Spencer.” …pan to Spencer… “Dipthong.”
If only I had an older brother like Spencer….