Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Sweet Dreams are Made of These

The universe has had me at a break-neck pace for a few years now. I won't go in to all of the details (most of you already know) but let's just agree I needed time to take a step back and catch my breath.

A few weeks ago, Mr. Boombastick gifted me with Season 1 of Criminal Minds. I don't think he understands that when I said, "wow, thanks!" I meant, "OMG, this is freakin' awesome. Now go away. I'm gonna need some alone time." I really can't help getting all hot-n-bothered over that gorgeous, funny, gun carryin', blacked out SUV drivin' Agent Morgan.

I spent an entire Sunday reclined (getting up only for more Captain Crunch) with the very handsome, dark, sculpted F.B.I agent

I guess we did dodge a bunch of bullets and go running at least twice an episode, but imaginary exercise never counts.

Ordinarily, days in which I do not leave my house make me feel guilty and like I'm unwittingly suffering from borderline personality disorder. But when I have a goal.....say of watching an entire first season, it's not wasted. It's a study in behavioral analysis, damn it. And it's clearly what the baby Jesus meant for his day of rest.

You know, except for the dirty thoughts of Shemar Moore.


  1. Ok except for when I don't get nicknames... I love this!

  2. I JUST gave him this nickname as I was typing. He's an old friend.

  3. I was just thinking and about to type, "So you decided on 'Mr. Boombastic.' That's ummm... interesting."

  4. Rache that is not the Gingermans nickname. Its someone else.