1. It's all about the hair. We had friends over last weekend and we (and by "we" I mean the boys) were watching the Big 10 Network (Yes, this is a real network. And yes, our TV is pretty much tuned in from September to December. Depressing, I know.) when they had a commercial featuring one of their "newscasters."
Husband: Man, she's hot.
Husband: Yeah, you're just jealous.
Peanut Gallery of boys: *Laughing*
Me: Um, no, not jealous. I'm fully capable of admitting when a woman is hot, but she is not hot. She has blonde Barbie hair and a really good body, which provides the illusion of hotness.
Husband: She's hot.
Peanut Gallery of boys: She's ok...(Clearly not sure whose side to take. I'd like to think they were also skeptical of her hotness, but didn't want to humiliate my husband.)
Me: See! They don't think she's hot either. Megan Fox is hot. This girl is a sorry ass sports reporter on the Big 10 Network.
Husband: She's the only good thing about the Big 10 Network.
Me: *dramatic sigh meant to communicate that the only action he'd be seeing that night was on the Big 10 Network*
In retrospect I should have responded with, "Then for the love of God why are we watching the Big 10 Network?" but it didn't occur to me at the time. Ah hindsight, you are a fickle bitch.
Anyways, fast forward to Monday morning when my husband sends out an e-mail with headshot of this girl to prove her hotness. In an effort to prove the point that she was only hot because of her hair, I called in my resident photoshop genius.
So...hot or not? I'll let you be the judge...
2. Secrets destroy sisters. There is currently a post in our blogger drafts entitled, "TOP SECRET: OPEN AND DIE." My dear sisters made me swear on the lives of my children that I wouldn't open it. Clearly, they know me too well and for the record I hate them. Tune in next week to see what happens when the youngest Roeckers hijack my blog. Yeah, that's right. I just called it MY blog because in spite of recent events I'm the oldest and I'm in charge.
3. We're in the home stretch...sort of. We had a major breakthrough in London Calling last week and just passed the 50,000 word mark. Only two more sections to go until we get to type "THE END." But here's the thing, we're a little scared to finish this one. Sure, we already have about a million ideas about what we want to start next, but we're going to miss the journey we've taken with these characters. This book has required more research than The Haunting of Pemberly Brown and even though we're usually allergic to research, in this case it has allowed us to live vicariously through our characters. So, even though we're beyond excited for Major Agent to read this book, we're also kind of dreading the end.
Yeah, we're total drama queens. Deal with it.
Well, that's all we've got this week! Have a fabulous weekend and don't forget to visit next Friday to witness my public humiliation on this here blog. Good. Times.