male call

Since everyone's clear on how much I love my actual husband, and we're all aware of my obsessive-compulsive behavior about collecting Potential Second Husbands and/or Fantasy Flings, I offer an addendum to my previous lists.

New darlings on my radar, for your pleasure:



The precious Sharlto Copley -
Newbie actor who blew me away with District 9,
now taking on the freaktastic role of Murdock in the new A-Team movie.

Beyond precious Matthew Goode -
Has somehow escaped my attention until Leap Year,
which was shamelessly predictable & manipulative yet irresistible. So...good(e).



Not much satisfies like a sexy funny guy,
a la Seth Meyers of SNL. Make me laugh...Or, something.

 

 

And my latest ridiculous crush, local musician Robin Jackson -
Not only talented but a hottie sweetheart in person and so far completely unfazed by my stalking.

 

Please, do share your latest finds in the male box...

milk, wine, chocolate, Cheetos. what?

I hit the Target tonight for the necessary dairy staple and helped out my best friend by picking up chips for her son's birthday party tomorrow, then grabbed some chocolate for another friend's housewarming gift and THEN discovered one of my favorite wines (Chateau Ste. Michelle Gewurtztraminer [I really like saying that with my Frau Blucher accent]) on sale for $5.49. But I didn't feel judged at all in the checkout line, mainly because it was 8:15 p.m. and the checker was just ready to go home, not worry about my items. Though she did card me; I immediately prayed for a thousand blessings on her.

This post is essentially my online version of a lost grocery list; if it were on actual paper and dropped outside the store, someone might send it in to Found Magazine and speculate on my hormonal cycle.

Please feel free to skip that step.

en route

I am right now in the VIP lounge of a particular airline, awaiting our boarding time. I feel like chanting VEGAS VEGAS VEGAS, but that seems inappropriate. Maybe after a few more glasses of FREE WINE.

I'm sorry about all the caps; it's just so outrageously exciting to be going SOMEWHERE that is not my classroom or unkempt house. (Although I am slightly sad about not visiting my grocery store for a few days...I'll have Stu play the checker game with me again).

FYI, we are the loudest people in this lounge. Clearly no one else in here is leaving behind teenagers or children or laundry.

You are now free to feel jealous.

math and stuff

So. I've had three glasses of wine in four hours, plus lots of fun company (Hi Jen & Dave & Joy & Kyle! You're awesome!), and I've finalized my our trip to Europe this summer. Even though I've obsessively painstakingly, lovingly researched the logistics & cost of this fabulous 40th birthday extravaganza vacation (including variations on London + Paris vs. London + Paris + Amsterdam vs. London + Paris + Amsterdam + multiple locations in the vicinity, et cetera) for many months, somehow I got to the final JUST BOOK IT phase without double-checking where and when we'll be flying in & out. So apparently we're leaving from Seattle (which is closer to where my parents/child caretakers are, fine) but flying back into Portland (15 minutes from our home) then on to Seattle. Huh. Yet I've f*cking booked it. Finally.

And so. I'm excited yet strangely dubious. I'll perhaps find out I've scheduled us to do something oddly European. Oh well. It's paid for, I have a job, I'm turning 40. It's all good.

Thank you and good night.