--- What I want most

--- What I want most of all for everyone is world peace

Heheheheheh.
Hey, maybe I had it wrong all these years. I always thought those
swimsuit competitions were completely bogus, but hell, maybe they can
serve a purpose after all. --- More blogging tomorrow. The back is
better, I'm off the advil and I can actually get up from a prostrate
position without screaming. Woohoo! Life is relatively good.
We will have movie reviews for you. And when I write "we" I mean
we---the husband has accepted my generous offer (sha! generous my lily
white ass---he's saving my lily white ass) to blog about Matrix Revolutions. In fact, he's doing research right now: he's watching the Reloaded
DVD he insisted he needed to write this esteemed article. Yeah, I
know---I got suckered. But he's good in bed, so I suppose I'll have to
let it slide or mamma ain' gonna get none. I have no idea what tack
he's going to take in the writing of the article, but I'm assuming it
will be defensive in nature: he's not really pleased with all of the
critiques it's receiving. Have at it, babe! It will be posted sometime
this week.
The other movie we saw was Finding Nemo. The nephew's birthday
was this week and I have to confess. I did a bad, bad thing on Friday
night. You see, we bought him the Finding Nemo DVD for his
birthday and curious to see the film, I cracked it open and we watched
it. GASP!
Yeah, I know. I'm evil. The Auntie from hell. Next thing you know I'll
be pinching chubby little cheeks and knitting the assorted hordes of
nieces and nephews horrible sweaters a normal person wouldn't have the
decency to put on a dog. But hell, it was worth it, and if nothing
else, I learned how to take shrink wrap off a box without ripping it
entirely. Talk about a worthwhile skill to have. And that says nothing
of removing that nasty sticker they place on the tops of all CD's and
DVD's---you know the one I'm talking about---the one that's a bitch to
remove and usually makes you scream in frustration when you're stuck
trying to remove it when all you want to do is listen to the damn music
and you can't do that until you get it off? Yeah, you know the one I
mean---I got that sucker off in five seconds flat. I'm good.
But I'm experiencing a massive guilt trip over watching the DVD and
then giving
it to the nephew the next morning at his birthday party, praying no one
would notice the scotch tape holding the shrink wrap together, and
watching him get all excited over it while I know it's not a new
present.

{Insert Chris Issak playing Baby Did A Bad, Bad Thing
here}