“The Practice” is nothing without Dylan McDermott.

3:30 to 3:45 is my favorite part of Creed’s “Never Die.”

Dave Matthews, sexy? Oh yeah. It’s the eyebrow. Check out his new album cover for proof.

Dreamweaver is a gift from God.

Dave Grohl is unbelievably funny, but if he kept up at that frenetic pace all the time, he’d exhaust me.

I made my sales goals this month. Four days early.

Javi’s new site will not be completed on time. There’s a shock.

My son informed my ex-mother-in-law that I drive 60mph in a 35mph zone to get him to school on time. Her response to him was that I’ll surely get a ticket. He says he wishes I would.

Part two of the ticket story: I told Justin that if we get a ticket, the insurance on our car will increase, thus making it just that much more difficult to get to go to Disney World. His response? “Then slow down, Mom. It’s more important that we go to Disney World than getting to school on time!”

“Third Watch” should be winning Emmys. Instead, it’s inherited the Slot of Death, Friday nights at 9p. Welcome to Homicide’s old slot, guys.

My flight to Los Angeles (by way of Chicago) was bumped an entire hour earlier. Can they really do that? Can’t wait to sit in LAX for five hours instead of four.

Today I had a client tell me to make sure I got paid on his transaction. I think I just stared at him, stunned.

Does a sane person who is trying to lose 15 pounds make oatmeal cookies after dinner?

Warren Beatty had a guest appearance on “Law and Order” tonight, and he and his character combined to remind me forcibly of Max. It was unpleasant.

My new passport arrived, tucked into the envelope with the old one. Kristi opened them and laid them side by side, studying them for a few minutes. Her comment? “Wow, you look … older.” Gee, thanks.

Nothing much,

michelle