Sex and the City as Panacea

I'm better today. No rants. Pinky swear. But I will say, I appreciate the love and support. Thank-you all.

Hold on. Gotta change a stinky diaper.

I know, you all are just crazy about my glamorous life. Try not to be too jealous. Yes, I washed my hands.

As you might have noticed, I was a little, um, off, yesterday. I woke up sad and it went downhill from there. I think that a jam-packed weekend like I had leads to a little mood dip after it's over. Fortunately, my darling eldest daughter is out of school, so it's all hot and cold running babysitting around here! Around noon, I left the kids with Drama Queen and snuck off to see Sex and the City. Carrie and Co. used their Manolos and kicked the blues away. It was great. A frothy, sexy chick flick, a little popcorn and a coke, and two hours of dark quiet. I left the theater restored. Better than Calgon.

Despite the critics, I actually enjoyed the movie. Like my beloved Indy movie (hi, Shia *wink*), it was a fun movie that did not require much thought. I like that. It's why I read housewife porn. It's not intellectual of me, but I like sympathetic characters that get happy endings. This isn't to say I don't enjoy smarter fare. I do. But a little fluff is good for my soul.

Sorry, I digress. I liked the movie. But I did have a few WTF moments. Is Charlotte's daughter surgically attached to her hip? What is up? She takes her to a girl's lunch and a bachelorette sleepover????? No. Just no. Get a babysitter. And while I L-O-V-E Jennifer Hudson, she and SJP had little chemistry. It was weird.

But Chris Noth? Oh my fucking golly. Wow, that man is sexy. I know, first I'm thinking about teaching filthy, naughty things to Shia, but who the hell do you think is going to teach me those things? And he could, too. You just know it. Oooooo, I just gave myself chills. And no, it's not the character. I have always thought Mr. Big was a prick. I've never had time for that sort of shit from a man. No matter how good looking, if he's got that many issues, I haven't got the time. Good thing I found a stable, sexy, prince of a guy that's willing to put up with my issues, eh?

So there you have it. Better than a fistful of Prozac, I'm telling you. With more calories, but no hangover. Next time, I'm back to sneaking in wine and fish tacos. Now that's movie fare.