Is it bad?

Is it bad that I watched the movie Twilight last night and loved it??

Does it make me a dirty old woman to have naughty thoughts about Robert Pattinson? (what is he, 20?)

Is it bad that it makes me wish that my high school experience was like that? Ok, I would have even taken a "regular guy" that was half that passionate, thoughtful and sexy.... (and actually had a little self-control...)

Is it bad that I'm even thinking about any of this at all??

Gotta read up

You have to read up to understand this. Even if you have read, you might want to read again, in proper order, for this to make sense.

A few days ago MH wrote a fun little entry in her blog about getting older . I laughed, as usual. And kept checking back to see everyone's comments. I admit - I've been to many a "home party" but never an "adult home party"....

So today I was reading up on a blog I follow. I don't know her - I just happened upon her blog and I find her highly entertaining. It might help to know that she's German - read her bio first. Since she doesn't name her entries I can't link directly to the entry I want so go here and read the entry from March 19th. It starts out with her walking through downtown Boston. (sometimes she writes more than one entry a day.)

HA! I say...

I think in order to have a successful "adult" home party you must have a much-varied guest list otherwise it will be boring. And who wants a boring party??

Underwear is Important

Since nothing particularly funny or interesting has happened to me recently I thought I share this little anonymous ditty with you:

UNDERWEAR IS IMPORTANT!!
Always wear clean underwear in public, especially when working under your vehicle...From the Northwest Florida Daily News comes this story of a Crestview couple who drove their car to Wal-Mart, only to have their car break down in the parking lot. The man told his wife to carry on with the shopping while he fixed the car in the lot.The wife returned later to see a small group of people near the car. On closer inspection, she saw a pair of male legs protruding from under the chassis. Although the man was in shorts, his lack of underpants turned private parts into glaringly public ones. Unable to stand the embarrassment, she dutifully stepped forward, quickly put her hand UP his shorts, and tucked everything back into place. She took a deep breath and stood up boldly to face the crowd. She looked across the hood and found herself staring at her husband, who had been standing idly by. The mechanic, however, had to have three stitches in his forehead.