Quote du Jour:
“I’ve been dating since I was fifteen. I’m exhausted. Where is he?”
–Charlotte, Sex and the City
Yeah, thatâ€™s me over there, the obsessed woman. Letâ€™s say it all together now: OB-SESSED
I spent about six hours the last two days scouring the Internet for pictures of the yummy Mr. Butler (see right). I am one sick person. (Or as a friend at work says, one sick puppy.) I just canâ€™t NOT look at him. I found this terrific one of him up close and personal and made it my wallpaper at the office. I think I stared at the fâ€™ing screen for about twenty minutes straight, just memorizing the way his mouth looked.
He has a great mouth.
A perfectly kissable mouthâ€¦
What can I sayâ€¦Iâ€™m a romance writer and I have to notice these things. Itâ€™s research. Right?
I was a little disappointed to find he smokes Marlboro Reds. Mr. Butler, please donâ€™t smoke. You are way too delicious to die of lung cancer, you sexy thang. Us old married women need something to look at when we go to the movies or buy those DVDs.
Anywayâ€¦Iâ€™m so obsessed with the man Iâ€™m expecting the made-for-cable movie Atilla and Phantom of the Opera to be arriving on my doorstep next week. Which is wonderful because DH is out of town and I can watch it over and over all I want Wednesday and Thursday nights. Iâ€™ll be parked in front of the TV with a bowl of Starbuckâ€™s Java Chip ice cream until I faint from exhaustion of rewinding the DVDs. And, sorry to say, Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt just don’t do it for me.
I already have a poster of Viggo Mortensen as Aragon from Return of the King hanging over my desk in the office I share with DH. I donâ€™t think heâ€™ll indulge me anymore with pictures of other men. So I must keep my sick obsession to myselfâ€¦and keep multiple copies of these pictures on every computer I operate. That way, when I get the urge I can open the folder (creatively titled â€œMENâ€) and stare until my heartâ€™s content.
I havenâ€™t been this nut-so for an actor since I was a kid when I fell for swashbuckler Indy in Raiders of the Lost Ark. He was my first true love. (But I gotta sayâ€¦ Harry hasnâ€™t aged too well. Must be all that hard living. And, um, helloâ€¦ whatâ€™s up with the Calista Flockhart thing?)
I even considered sending Gerry fan mail. Nowâ€¦if thatâ€™s not a sure sign Iâ€™m teetering on the edge of insanity, I donâ€™t know what is.
Clearly I need therapy.
On another note, check out the hilarious post by Razor, color analyst of the Dallas Stars. You can see it here. I was laughing my butt off and yes, I did vote for my favorite. Whatâ€™s yours?
Am off work today, so I’m having coffee date with a good friend and then we’re heading over to the IMAX for a documentary about the Nile. I can’t wait. I’m looking forward to it. :thumbsup: