Any residue you see on the inside of the glass is Guiness, drink of the Gods that is. So don't forget to do what the glass says: vote come November, and remember life is too short to drink bad beer!
Within the first 10 minutes, they brought out the big guns with the drunk grandma as the reason for the fish out of water family to relocate to Beverly Hills from Kansas. Yay! I love Long Island Ice Tea swilling grandmas. Even better when they are aged Hollywood starlets writing their memiors about all the men they've had sex with. My friend Christen tells me the same actress played "the mean matriarch from Arrested Development" so expect all kinds of wacky hijinks from her.
They better not kill her off!
Now I know he is not the typical "hottie" but I am not your typical gal. I do take it as a compliment when I am called a snob but also when I am called a geek. I watch and read a lot of sc-fi and fantasy. Lately, I have been on a big Doctor Who kick (if you haven't watched it, get thee to Netflix and put it in your queue now!). The main reason: David Tennant, the current Doctor. I love a man who looks good in glasses, and do tend do go for those named David (more on that in a future post). He may be a bit on the skinny side but has enough smarts, geeky charm, humor, and versatility to more than make up for it. Oh, and did I mention that he is Scottish? A Scottish/Irish/Welsh/English accent always gets to me too. Hoo-boy!
Welcome to the island, David. Just don't forget your sonic screwdriver.
No wonder I haven't been on a good run dating-wise. For years, I have tried above all else not to remind guys of their mothers. No nagging them to pick up their socks. I don't even like to cook them their favorite childhood meal (Who am I kidding? I don't like to cook. Period.)
Perhaps am taking the wrong tact. Scientists are now finding that men are attracted to women who remind them of their mothers. Then again, the study also finds the same rules apply to women. Since there aren't any bespectacled, ginger-haired, fishing-obsessed men on my list of ex-boyfriends, I am going to have to "scientifically" conclude that my dad is not the measuring stick for who I date.
I don't think I am ready to slap on the apron and get a mom hairdo just yet. Is anyone else slightly skeeved out by this whole idea? And who wants a Oedipal momma's boy anyways?