Sure... fine. No problem. Before I go on, it needs be said that I am my father's daughter and my father is one mean son of a bitch. Excuse me while I spit out my tobacco.
Imagine my surprise when I sat down at my computer today to read my emails and decided to check out a few of my favorite blogs, I do not usually check out a lot of blogs... actually the ones on my sidebar are all I have time for-every other day, anyway... in my gleeful reading, I came face to face with this: Ward, I’m Worried About the Cleaver…
Go ahead and read it, I'll wait...
So apparently Rufus does not think Matthew McConaughey is attractive, he even goes so far as to compare him to (gag) Madonna! I know-can you imagine? Matthew, if you are reading this, you have my permission to beat Rufus up-he made me cry, really he did.
Then he laughs aloud at my previous swoon over Christian Slater. Sheesh... he even made fun of his height. I would call that discrimination. What would Matt Roloff have to say about that Mr. Firefly?
But the worst thing he could do was question my admiration for Edward Cullen, otherwise known as the vampire whom I would gladly stick my neck out for. Oh yea... that's right. Come to mama.
His argument is that he believes women should look for men of substance to swoon over. Hmmm, is that why I find women splayed all over cars and air planes on men's blogs? What about the Hubba Hubba of the day Rufus? Men have been flashing pictures of women all over their blogs for centuries (that is right, blogs have been around for centuries-don't believe me? Look it up.) I just thought it was about time for some fair play around here. You know, the equal wage type of mentality.
I was going to post a picture of myself in a bikini on the hood of my husband's white Camaro from back in the day (I don't really have a picture like that mom, but having to explain that to you right now on my blog is kind of making me lose the affect I was looking for)... but if you are looking for picture of substance to swoon over, well then here you go Rufus:
By the way, I told my husband what you said about me and he wants me to tell you that he is going to break your knee caps with one hand... while holding a miter saw with the other. I do have to give you points for complimenting him, he almost forgot that I was mad at you when he heard of all the nice things you said about him, but then I had to get his attention again-and never you mind how I did it-and he is really mad... again... because I told him to be... so you better watch your back buster brown. He's going to make you an offer you can't refuse.
In the meantime, I will be posting a man of "substance"everyday to wear you down. First up: Gerard Butler... with an accent like that, who cares if he's stupid or not. Just have him read the phone book to me while I swoon.