I have a nightly ritual. I put the kids to bed, grab a few chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk and curl up on the couch to watch a chick flick. I have watched Notting Hill (twice), Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day and now The American President. This movie always makes me smile.
Speaking of making me smile... This guy:
from Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day. Holy cow! I kept grinning at the tv screen like an idiot. Just grinning at him. I might have even giggled once. And then I had a dream about him last night. Not anything racy. Just a sort of adolescent I-think-he-likes-me kind of a dream. But I still feel like I have been unfaithful to Jonathan while he is toiling away back in Virginia.