I realized yesterday what I’m really looking for in a husband is John Travolta from Look Who’s Talking. Not the way he is now, but the sexy, not-balding, non-scientologist, good with kids, goofball version. And then make him gay and I’m all set.
Note to Santa: Please deliver on or before Christmas.
Note to self: LOL @ “make him gay.” My bad. Nature took care of that. Where is my mind?