Hugh Jackman–Sexiest Man Alive? I’ll buy that, so long as he’s got sideburns-on-steroids and Wolverine-style claws. That’s hot. He’s on my short list, along with Gerard Butler, James Franco, Steve from Blue’s Clues, and The Rock. With the exception of Gerard Butler, I clearly have a thing for guys with brown eyes.
I can’t get the song "Womanizer" out of my head. I’m starting to love it. I guess Britney’s got her shit back together. Her haircut is suspiciously similar to mine again. Time to start keeping my blinds closed.
Last night in my neighborhood, there were some cars broken into. My house sits diagonally in between the houses that were hit–the police thought that maybe the crooks trekked through my yard to get from point A to point B, and they spent all morning pacing back and forth behind my house, driving my dogs absolutely bonkers. I’m significantly creeped out; we normally park our cars in the driveway, but since Caleb’s been in Atlanta all week for training, I’ve been pulling into the garage at night and turning on the outside lights. I have my doubts that my old Saturn would’ve been a target, but when I think of the garage door opener I keep so conviently there in my car, I get chills down my spine. I told the police officer this, and he said, "Don’t worry about it, baby girl. We’ll keep you safe. You don’t by any chance have a video surveillance system, do you?"
Ha. Ha. Ha. Baby girl? I’m pretty sure I was older than that cop. And how exactly do they keep people safe? A nice thought, to be sure, but practically speaking, unless they were patrolling my block 24/7, I wouldn’t bet my life on it. I won’t even comment on the video surveillance, except to say VIDEO-FUCKING-SURVEILLANCE, ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I know I’m making a big deal out of a few little car robberies. I’ve seen way too many scary movies, and I seem to remember each one in complete detail only when my husband’s out of town. I have to put my 4-year-old in bed with me to feel brave, and I rely on my big goofy dogs for protection when they would surely sell out for a beggin’ strip. Thank God Caleb will be back tonight…although I’d probably be more protected with someone who had knives growing out of his hands.