When you gotta post, you gotta post

We are in the Adelaide airport, awaiting our Virgin Blue flight to Sydney, and there is of course a little Internet kiosk. Ever since I learned last night of J.D.'s mighty victory on the INXS show, I have wanted to blog so badly that "my fingers were coming off my hands" (in the words of my husband).

I must say, I was shocked that he won, but pleasantly so. He was definitely the sexiest, most leonine, most rock star-ish of the bunch. And I know that somewhere, Ty is so upset about J.D.'s win that he had to go back to his room and bite his pillow.

Hurray. More when I am back in the northern hemisphere!