-I'll rise, but I won't shine.
Hee! Got a bit of mail from tx_cronopio Saturday about moms and their lack of sex, among other things. Hee! Highlights:
*I love my children. But I am not in love with them. I am in love with my husband.
*I often engage in the parental pastime known as God Forbid. (What if, God Forbid, someone were to snatch one of my children? God Forbid.) And I imagine if they were ALL taken, and how there would be life beyond because I have him.
*My husband will say that we, he and I, are the core of what he cherishes, that the children are satellites, beloved but tangenital.
*[If my children hate me for making them moons and not suns] I will tell them to settle for nothing less than what they saw when they looked at me, looking at him.
YESSSS!!! Mr. Stoney, I heart you tunz, underline, underline.
So, so happy today. Arrested Development!! Ione Skye! (God, how many girls my age wanted to be her in Say Anything? WERE her in Say Anything??) "I can't believe we're making love!" And Ann just makes me think of Linda Blair more and more... Puppet hand!
Deadwood! Oh, Alma. Alma, Alma. How are you going to keep this baby? And Al Cocksuckin' Swearengen is baack, baybe! Jane!! I love her as a comic relief, but I want her story, too. The real Calamity Jane had such a sad, sad life. Trixie! "Jew lessons."
Robot Chicken! Scarlette Johanssen was a voice last night. I would run away with her just to sipe her mouth. Wow. That was latent, huh? Seth Green reprised his "white homie" voice from that teeny-bopper movie on Pimp my Sister. Ha ha ha!!
Mmm. Hot cup of Guatamala Antigua (not my favorite, but it was fresh from the roaster), there is a yogurt/raspberry/OJ smoothy and walk in my future, and maybe I'll be able to work out the kinks on this rassle-frassin' Crusilla story and get it out. Otherwise, I may just post a teaser chapter from the Annie Muscial paordy, Connie. Hee!!