My new crush makes me feel bad about myself.

Yes, I'm married and I have a crush, so what?  Did I mention it's a girl crush?  I'm totally and utterly infatuated, obsessed, and head-over-heels.  Except now, I feel worthless.  No, not because I'm married and have a girl-crush, but because (like all girl crushes) she is so much of what I want... to be. I am not that funny... I just don't think I could spin things the way she does.  And I'm probably no where near as fertile.

Damn you, Barefoot Foodie!

I've read back seven pages of posts so far, trying to stifle my snickering since I am at work and insist that the environment here be quiet.  I am so bleary-eyed that now I'm wondering if too much blog reading can wear out the LASIK procedure I had done several years ago.  Let's hope not; I don't earn that kind of money anymore. Don't believe me that she's that funny and addictive?  Click on the link and then on the tab for her most popular posts.  You'll be hooked.  (What am I now?  A pusher?  Great - I'm not funny AND I'm a pusher.) I'm going to go read a book now because I know I do that well.  So take that.