No Amazing Race. No Survivor.

So we've instituted a movie night, but not for kids.

The husband picked up "I (heart) Huckabees" last night. It was okay; a little heavy at times but call me shallow or slow but the resounding thought I have about the movie after another crappy night's sleep? Jason Schwartzman's mole and Jude Law in all his unearthly beauty.

Man, it isn't fair that a guy can be so pretty. The middle child has totally gorgeous eyelashes that no mascara can duplicate. What's with that? And, well, I get a little uneasy when a man has a smaller ass than myself and most of my friends.