i "notebooked" jimmy today. you know- forced him to watch the greatest love story ever made in the history of the whole entire world (aka, the notebook). boyfriend helped me in this mission, and before you know it, the 3 of us are completely engrossed (not to mention crying, but don't tell the guys i told you that part). if you haven't seen this movie, close this blog immediately. run to the nearest video store. rent said movie. grab kleenex box. start watching. grab a guy too if you can, because contrary to popular belief, this is not just a chick flick. at all. ask the 2 guys who watched it with me today. you know, the 2 who were crying at the end. that was damn sexy too if you ask me. and you didn't, but i'm telling you anyways.
and apparently, guy friends don't want to hear the same things you would tell your girlfriends. as i described, in detail, something that happened between boyfriend and i that morning to jimmy, he went running out of the house, covering his ears, doing the "la la la i can't hear you" thing. who knew that boys can't handle the same things we tell our girls? i figured if anyone would want to hear all this gross goodness, it would be another male. apparently i was wrong. i'll try not to make that mistake twice, but since it tortures jimmy so much, i'm sure i'll do it again. it just makes sharing icky info that much more fun!
on a kid note- blake was flexing his manly muscles for me during nickelodeon's kids choice awards tonight. he took off his sweatshirt so he could flex appropriately and i told him he was sexy. he responded with an emphatic, "EW MOM! THAT IS SO WRONG! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???" which made me laugh. then he started wrestling with boyfriend and i hear him yell, "stop tickling me, woman." woman? oh man. i'm still laughing from that one.