Whoa.
My heart just skipped a beat:
And, in related news, last week the Accommodating Spouse and I were out for beers (many of ‘em) with his friends, one of whom stops by here every so often. Apparently, the friend is quite concerned what would happen if I met Clive Owen, and Clive wanted to, you know, me.
Barring the ludicrousosity of that, the A.S. said how could he stand in my way? And he hoped I would be as understanding if Scarlett or Rachel or Isabella made the same offer.
I would if he would, but only if I get to go first.


April 28th, 2008 at 12:49 pm
You’re right. He is very accommodating. And you’re wise to insist on going first.
You funny girl, Megan.
April 28th, 2008 at 12:57 pm
I was thinking the same as Carolyn. You are so right to insist on going first. Very smart.
April 28th, 2008 at 2:14 pm
Arlene and I call this “the free pass”. Hers is Clooney, mine is Salma Hayek.
April 28th, 2008 at 4:10 pm
Well, if you decide not to take Clive up on his offer after all, give him my phone number, please?
April 29th, 2008 at 12:25 pm
Yes, as Don says, we get a free pass. And who could really blame Don for wanting to do Salma, you know?