Sorry Brett...

I didn't want to do it like this. I didn't want to break it to you on my blog of all places, but I think it's time that I told you that there's someone else. He's tall, he's chiseled, and he keeps me up all night. I'm about to go upstairs to him right now, he's waiting in my bed as I type this. And he'll be staying here with me all week while you're away on business. He doesn't mind if I'm just lying around in my pjs, he doesn't care if I cook dinner or not, and he's always there when I need to get away...his name is Ed. Edward Cullen.

Yeah, I've been reading the Twilight series and it's all consuming. Thanks a lot to all of you who've recommended these books because not only have I neglected my family, but the house is a wreck, the laundry is piling up, and I'm not sleeping because I'm dreaming about vampires when I'm not curled up with one of these books. Most of all, I'm embarrassed because these books aren't the best literature, they're, well how do I classify them? I guess you'd say the story is a bit of a high school romantic horror genre if that's possible. I know I'll hate the movie, and I kinda hate myself for loving the books, but I've gotta get through them this week so I can get back to my life!

And Brett, if you're reading this, please know that you're my one and only. I mean, even if the writer makes necking with a vampire sound sexy, and even if they're totally rich, she also writes them as being permanently icy cold-you know that alone would kill it for me. I do hope you'll forgive me for my obsession though and come back to me this weekend. I could sure use some cuddling with a non-fictional warm blooded man.