whispers

So I used to think Facebook and Myspace were just for kids and *ahem* men featured on 'to catch a predator.' The jury is still out about Myspace. But I did it, I drank the Kool-aid and bowed to peer pressure, I joined Facebook.

Oh, stop laughing at me, I can see you! I love it, OK, I admit it. So, come find me. I love getting to know you better.

I know many people have threatened to take away Pete’s “man card” in previous posts for various reasons. After he so graciously asked me to guest blog this week, I thought I’d appease the female audience and lower the testosterone quotient even more on Without Wax. Well, as much as one girl is able to do…

When the antics of Bill Hobbs makes the New York Times, CNN and all of the major news outlets, you know he’s sitting home grinning. He did his job. Not only did he get the Tennessee GOP noticed, but he’s gaining a Rovian presence on the national front.

So, if your mom is named Emily then you get to choose an object, and if you choose the right object, you are to become the Island’s next Dalai Lama?

Raging at the sun
Waiting for it to yield to
Whispers in the dark.

He texted me like 20 times in the last two days. He texted things that made my stomach flip with excitement. Yes, I know, so mature. Like high school all over again.

But the last two times we went out were so much fun! And I'm just done for when he touches my arm, or rests his hand on my thigh, or whispers things in my ear. Ahhh! He's SO hot!