Blow Me...A Vase

Want to know what's romantic? I won't even make you guess; I'll just tell you. That's just the kind of nice girl I am. Of course, I will draw it out because I need to take up space. When there's too many short paragraphs on the blog, I get anxious.

Speaking of anxiety, I have a dental appointment on Thursday. I see tears in my future, as I cry every. single. damn. time. It's a curse. There's just too many smells and noises and pain. I hate it. I hate you, Mr. Dentist.

OK, so the romantic thing, I almost forgot. Ever since I saw it on Sweet Home Alabama, I think glass blowing is pretty romantic. I'm not sure if that's because it is romantic, or because Josh Lucas is so hot. I'm going to say it's probably a combination of both, but I'll venture out and say that it could be possible that I'd find it sweet even if Freddy Kreuger Dawson Leery was the glassblower in question.

See, Reese is clearly overwhelmed by the beauty of blowing...glass.

It has not one bit to do with this man. 

Of course not. His physical features don't affect her at all. 

They do, however, affect me.

Honest is my policy, after all.

Unfortunately, as you may already know, glass blowing does not actually involve blowing (from the mouth). Really, it's like pottery but with hot glass and air tubes.

Just when you thought it meant Josh Lucas's oral skills were up to par. I won't blame you if you choose to believe he blows them himself. It might be good for our sanity.

So I take it back. Just regular ol' glass blowing? Not romantic. If you want to woo me with your blowing, you best have done it with your own mouth. I'm old fashioned, after all. No battery operated devices required.