So there is this girl Erin who I would call my best friend. She and I have been friends for gosh, 10 plus years now. She is the one person (Dr-Mr excluded) I am completely honest with, all those squishy and embarrassing secrets. I used to have this ridiculous angst/drama/lust filled Livejournal from when I was about 22 or so, so it's been since then. Oh and I killed that journal about 5 years ago, because that part of my life. is. so. over. I am mostly an adult now. Anyway, Erin posted a comment to one of my recent posts to say:
ugh, twilight? you are GAY. i love you <3
Folks, I am not ashamed of my unclassy reading habits because really, in most serious literary terms, I think the Twilight SAGA is probably better than the Laurell K. Hamilton series of (ahem) pornographic vampire novels. POSSIBLY. So it's a STEP UP for me. I haven't read LKH in a number of years, so I may have to go back to compare. I am now reading the Sookie Stackhouse novels (thank you all for the guidance) and I like how close True Blood season 1 kept to the novel. Unlike Twilight. Of which the film interpretation is a travesty. Has anyone here read LKH (apart from you Katherine Irwin-Coles, as I think it was your fault that I even started reading them in the first instance) and can offer an opinion?
Anyway, in ALL THREE SEPARATE series of novels, ALL OF THEM and YES, REALLY ALL OF THEM have the Mary-Sue having to choose between a VAMPIRE and a WEREWOLF lover. I MEAN SERIOUSLY LITERARY FOLKS, HAVEN'T I READ THIS BEFORE?
Finally we get to the short point of it all, which is that I can not be bothered trying to be cool. Or for the most part, even witty. I LOVE a good Tacky Book. Or film. Or REALITY TELEVISION SHOW. I declared in public over the weekend (as I have here) to strangers that DrMr and I own not one, but two Snuggies. Not even Snuggies, but the rip-off cheaper equivalent called CUDDLEE. A girl SNEERED at me. SNEERED!
In other unspectacular news, I sent a text message to my friend yesterday saying: "I WANT TO MARRY THE HUMIDIFIER AND HONEYMOON IN THE LIBRARY". It's true. I have talked about my love for the library previously. Well, as you know the Muppet has had a myriad of colds since starting daycare, which developed into this sad little barky cough. The Dr tried to assure me that it was all good and normal, but we did buy a huimidifier which has changed our life.
Ruby has slept through the night. FOUR nights in a row. The same four nights we have had the humidifier. A coincidence? I THINK NOT. Four good nights sleep in a row? I am starting to feel.... dare I say... human again? I hope I am not jinxing it all.
We also went to a beautiful wedding last weekend and the cutest thing ever was the fact they had a place for Rubes. Who loves dancing and handled the whole thing remarkably well.
I did a massive update on Georgie Love this week. I have to say how much I love the Pearl & Elspeth skirts... I have 3 tops and 2 skirts and um, undoubtedly on my way to owning more. They sell like little hotcakes, because who doesn't love a quirky winter skirt? They all have vintage fabrics and sweet little embellishments like buttons and pleats and the like. LOVE. Frankie & Ray have sent me some rather wonderful denim skirts for GL, which should be online over the weekend and I imagine that it is going to be another thing I am forced to buy. FORCED. Keep an eye out, obviously.
Rubes is on her knees constantly and rocking back and forth. Crawling is imminent. Terrifying. Major safety and baby proofing in progress.
Finally: current SWAPAPALOOZA players: 21. It's a good result, but we could do better. COME AND PLAY. Oh and have a very, very nice weekend. I am sorry that I don't write anything for ages and then I write a rambling NIGHTMARE. NEED CAFFEINE OR WILL DIE. MUST RECTIFY.