HAPPY NEW YEAR

Ah, New Year's Day. Everyone was in lounge mode today. No work (for me, anyway—sorry MP), breakfast, couch, television, pedicure, and delivered Thai food. That was my day. And I'm rounding it out with some chocolate, champagne (it is New Year's, after all), and a movie with my roommie. Lazin' like a pro. Fantastic.


I was fortunate enough to stumble upon a gem of a show today on the telly: TV's Sexiest Men of All Time. Hmm, what have we heeah? A series of men ranked in order of sexiness simply for my viewing pleasure? Yatzee. No matter that it was on the TV Guide channel. It was still quality programming for my dollar. I even DVR'd that shiz while Lady J and I hopped down the street for our pedis. Why oh why, though, was my favorite fantasy prison boy Wentworth Miller only #22? WHY?? I'm pretty sure his skin is made of a triple-cream French dessert cheese of some sort. Yes. Smooth, yet complex.

Arden Myran from MADtv put it better when she said this: "He is so foxy that it hurts. It's like looking into the sun, it sears your retina . . . . . . with fineness." OK, we're watching a movie now, so I think it's time for a photo of this fine speciman of mancake.


Talk about sex appeal.