Oh ok cool..

I got the kids up, made them breakfast, took them to school for finals, did two loads of wash, picked the kids up, mopped the kitchen floor, vacuumed the downstairs, and closed a $3.5 million deal - all in my jammies!

I am Woman! W-O-M-A-N! Let me say it again!!!

Imagine what you could've done if you were dressed.

NOW CLEAN IT UP, GOD DAMNIT!!

YOU GUINEA BRAT, YOU!!

Impressive SB. I hope Mr. Babe knows what kind of a trophy wife he has

Wow! I kiss your hand Donness Babe.

You're my hero. More importantly, what was your cut of that $3.5 million deal.

Al Pacino said he'd consider doing Dancing with the stars, but not likely. Talk about a career buster. Isn't Dancing with the stars for B list actors?

Al Pacino to Dance with the Stars?

Al Pacino, rhumba king? It could happen.

The actor, 67, who plays nefarious casino owner Willie Bank in Ocean's Thirteen, tells TIME he wouldn't rule out appearing on the ABC reality competition – although fans probably shouldn't hold their breath.

In the magazine's "10 Questions" feature, a reader asks Pacino, who won an Oscar after tangoing with Gabrielle Anwar in 1992's Scent of a Woman: "I know you are a private person, but I hear that you can really dance. Would you consider doing Dancing with the Stars?"

He replies: "Actually, I would consider it. All due respect and trying to be as modest as I can be, I am a dancer. But I don't think I would be on Dancing with the Stars mainly because I would be too shy."

Pacino also sounds off on hip-hop artists who worship Scarface ("It's amazing to me. It's wonderful"), who does the best Pacino impression ("Kevin Spacey comes close. Jamie Foxx does a good rendition of me. ... It's sort of like having a talent for playing an instrument") and retirement ("I was shocked when I heard about Paul Newman retiring at age 82. Most actors just fade away like old soldiers").

The 2007 recipient of the American Film Institute's lifetime achievement award, Pacino muses on the possibility of a movie about his life. "It would be called The Dustin Hoffman Story," he quips. "When we were starting out, [Robert] De Niro, me and Hoffman were always sort of mixed up. People mistook us for each other."

After the house takes their share and the other broker takes HIS share, it's not as impressive a number as one would hope. However, with a daughter starting college in 15 months, it will certainly take some stress off the old finances.

PB, I can't believe you said that! When Mr. Babe and I were fist married, we had a big fight just as I was cooking dinner. I put dinner on the table and yelled, Here's your dinner!! as I slammed down a brand new bottle of Coke. The soda sprayed EVERYWHERE - table, food, walls, ceiling. Mr. Babe just looked at me and said, Now clean it up, you spoiled guinea brat!

SC, I swear that if more things had drive-throughs I would never get dressed. I go to the post office, the bank, CVS, drop off AND pick up the kids, all in my pj's. Ah, the joys of working from home.

Oh c'mon.... don't be shy. She wasn't asking specific amounts. How about just telling us a percentage??

(grabbing my calculator)

Are they flannels or those slinky things from Victoria's Secret?

Will it at least be enough to buy a nice bottle of wine then next time I'm in New York?

Yeah, but I'll bet it lost some of it's charm coming from an Austrian.

Victoria's Secret?? HAH!! Lovely cotton from Kohl's!!

Me? Coy?? SC, you should know me better!!

C'mon, we made him an honorary Sicilian, like Tom Hagen!!

So when do I become an honorary New Yorker then. I've already been molested by a squirrel. Should I kick one of those bicycle couriers?

Beth, didn't we already make you and Mig honorary Italians over in the Ladies Thread?? Now you want to be a New Yorker, too????

Look at this... she gets a new toilet and immediately starts talking like a New Yorker!

I've been tawking like a New Yorker for a while now. I even walked in traffic during a green light while I was there in January. It was very freeing.

I'm an Italian now? Oooh, I did not know this. You all thought I had a temper before.

Its whisper the don what you expect,from a man who me mother nature looked under her dress and wasn't impressed, the same stupid son of a bitch who dosen't respect,the angel of death's request when he comes to collect.

I've been sweating my butt off all day at work, suddenly jealous of all those people who have office jobs with AC, and I went to buy a Pepsi from the Coke machine. All I had was 65 cents in my pocket, just enough to get a Pepsi. But when I picked it up it was only half full and there weren't any holes in the can! I spent the rest of my day miserably hot and thirsty.

What I don't get is how did the guy who loaded the machine not notice. What a jerk.

Thats a C*#t!!!

Meh. Here is what gets me down about summer. I never get used to the unusual schedule of the summer sun. Sun up at 6:30 in the morning, sun down at 8:30 at night... What the fuck. Nothing to wake up for in the morning... Nothing to look forward to in the day. I stay up late, and sleep in. Resultingly, I involuntarily go to bed each day at 6 AM, and I sleep until 3, maybe 4... sometimes 5 in the afternoon.

My bedroom is the most south-western room in the house. It's hot, humid, and right under the sun. Every day, when I wake up at five, despite my window-unit air conditioner, I'm sweaty, and gross, and angry. My genitals are so hot that I can't feel them, and I spend five minutes making sure my wiring isn't tangling, and that I don't have testicular torsion.

That god-damn window unit. It's too noisy when it's on, and it's too hot when it's off. When it's on, I have to turn my music up to unusually loud levels... louder than I usually play it. Furthermore, my window leads right out onto the roof of my garage. All winter long, I look forward to Summer, so I can spend nights laying on the roof, under the stars. Then one day I come home, and there is a fifteen pound robot nesting in my windowsill.

Every summer, I nestling myself into a bizarre sleeping pattern. I see about two hours of sunlight a day minimum, four maximum. I spend days, weeks, without showering or changing my clothes. Why put on clean clothes if I'm just going to stay home? I don't answer my phone. I lose contact with my friends, find excuses out of all social obligations for reasons I can't even make sense to myself.

Every summer, I mope around the house, complaining to myself how I never spoke to the girl I spent all school year infatuating over. By August, I'm telling myself I'm going to go up to her and say something come September, knowing I never will. Instead, I'll just feel worse and worse, by my own fault, before giving up, until someone else comes along, and I do the same thing.

The only good thing about summer is quite simple... I don't think there is any point of the year in which I express myself more than during summer. Probably because I feel so shitty and lonely all summer. I write, draw, record music, etc... All summer. It's the only thing that makes it some what enjoyable.

Of course, I know come winter, I'll have a new list of things to bitch and moan about in a bout of angered depression.

That being said, give it a few more days, once I'm done taking exams. I'll be in full neurotic-insomniac-gone-nocturnal mode.

Oh, and what the fuck is up with my friends lately? They're all at each others throats.

I just got back from watching Apocolypto, and that just erupted into a bitch fight amongst two of the fuckers. I don't think I've ever heard such low blows.

How did you enjoy the movie LLC?

Irish, you're definitely a movie addict. Out of that entire rant, the one thing you decided to comment on was Apocolypto.

This brought back every summer of mine while in high school. I'd be depressed if I didn't realize that, now that I'm ten years past graduation, high school was just prison for youth. Bah... I hated high school. I hate summer even more. I like a little cold weather. I can't wait until Winter.

Well I am curious what his thoughts on the movie are but thanks for the compliment

It's 3:40 AM, I have to be in court in 7 hours, and I am craving Burger King right now like I've never craved anything before. I'm not even hungry, I just want some BURGER KING. I'd do anything for a Whopper.

Perhaps b/c you're thinking about Judge Wapner..;)