He Wants to Be My Superhero

Last night, I got home and Mr. Hot handed me a present! He said "Happy 1/2 Birthday!".

(Um, since when do we celebrate half-birthdays? Since last night apparently! So, y'all, on November 6th, I officially became 44.5 years old. And this is supposed to make me fuckin' happy? Can you say, officially middle-aged? And pre-menopausal? Where's the damn cake and ice cream?)

But, he got me this book - I can officially drool over Adrian Grenier and the glossy pages will wipe off!


This is my very favorite theme song. Ever.



---- Okay, who am I kidding? He's already my superhero. Y'know, the one who is 51 years, 10 months and 7 days old. The one who surprises me every single day. ----