Listen Up, Gentlemen

I'm so glad my husband is smarter than this guy.

Hey There...

How YOU doin'? I was thinking maybe we could check out the life raft on this tub. You bring them little crackers with the cheese- not the fish eggs, they're nasty- and I'll grab a bottle of champers. Meet ya there!

Things I Don't Understand

Wearing a dress that makes everyone want to sing the Oompa Loompa song while chewing gum

The appeal of the Jonas Brothers

The fact that Angelina grabs Brad's bohunkus in public actually makes me feel better about her

The appeal of the Jonas Brothers

Cloven-hoof boots

How Mark Harmon can still be so blasted cute

The appeal of the Jonas Brothers

But I especially don't understand how a woman could do this to herself ON PURPOSE and then ask us to pay for it via VISA, MasterCard, American Express, Discover, and PayPal.

Do A Favor For Me

Most of you who stop by here also read the blog of Bernita Harris, An Innocent A-Blog, which you can find in my sidebar. Bernita is a fantastic writer, and one of my oldest and dearest blog buddies. She's that rarest of all breeds- a classy broad. Intelligent and witty enough to make you feel slightly intimidated, but she'd be great to knock back a pint or two at the pub whilst reciting limericks.

Her husband had been in very poor health for a few months- cancer surgery, cardiac trouble and pneumonia. She had welcomed him home the last week of January; a joyous time in spite of ongoing problems. But Feb. 3, he passed on.

For those who know and love Bernita and haven't posted your condolences, please do. And if you haven't had the pleasure, please check out her archives. You'll be enriched.

This is all I can do, little as it is. As helpless as I usually feel with family and friends, I feel doubly so with a cyber-relationship. So strange to completely adore a woman I've never met, isn't it?

How Much Would You Pay?

My daughter and I were doing laundry, and bored, so we perused the selection on On Demand. I felt like some mindless fun, so we rented Mamma Mia. Cute movie; not a classic. Meryl Streep is a freaking mutant. She looks fabulous and I was surprised at how well she could sing. Hearing Pierce Brosnan try to sing was painful, but he's still so pretty to look at, who cares? That's what the mute button is for, right?

Beth said after the Dancing Queen number, "I'm so jealous of your time. Your music was just so fun."

I reminded her that we had our envelope-pushers, too, but she replied that at least the majority of 70's-80's acts weren't shoving their crotches in your face. I have to agree.

And just in case you ever wonder: dancing around the living room with your kid to songs from your teenhood is absolutely priceless. So crank this up and have fun!