My commentary will have to wait. Which, without question, will be a desperately sad thing for everyone who is named Kelley L. Smith. Namely, me.
I'm going to go bake cheesy bread things for the sheer sake of giddiness.
Go. View and be merry. At eight. On CBS.
Except for people who have no aspirations to awesomeness. They are lacking Broadway. Significantly.
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