1. My sudden realization that Hugh Jackman would be perfect as the lead role in the horrible novel I've been writing since I was thirteen. This is a position that has been held, over the course of the last fourteen years, by Mark Harmon, George Clooney, Colin Firth, and, most recently, that big Scottish guy from 300. Of course, it would have to be big Wolverine Hugh Jackman, and not skinny, sort of creepy The Boy From Oz Hugh Jackman.
2. Procuring a new wardrobe, as I have come to the vastly horrifying conclusion that every piece of clothing I own is horrible, and not in a trendy way, but more in a middle-aged blood bank volunteer way. I will approach this scientifically, procuring only those objects that I actually need (black pants that are flatteringly cut and do not pick up lint) and avoid those that I do not (Cherokee cardigans from Target).
3. Riding my new bike, which is currently chained to a lawn tractor in our garage, but which I went to visit a few minutes ago, trudging through the three inches of snow on my driveway, just to reminisce.
4. My wedding dress, which just arrived in town yesterday. Sadly, I have to wait two more months to try it on, which is both good (two more months to get my monsterous double stomach under control, so that it does not explode out of my dress like a muffin escaping a pressurized Pillsbury tube) and bad (two more months of slowly morphing its super-cuteness to hideous Seinfeld Puffy Shirt-esqueness in my mind).
5. The identity of the person who left this comment on my trombone blog:
I also play trombone...I also know kim shable and kim shable knows me
Was it you? (I don't like to name names with all the evil Internet predators out there, so I'm hoping you'll recognize this artfully cropped portrait of the person whom I believe it to be, at least for now.) If not, I'm at a loss... weirdly, I really do know a lot of people who play trombone, so it could be almost anyone...
4 pipers piping:
Dear Kim:
Please remember that you did not include Hugh Jackman on the Man Can because you laminated all the Hugh Jackman photos for me. Don't bogart my celeb. Or I'll have to dispose of you. Leave quietly one at a time and pretend that none of this ever happened.
XO,
Ash
Since Hugh is taken by Ash, I'd like to offer sharing with you Gerard Butler (in 300) and/or Clive Owen (in King Arthur) and/or Ioan Gruffud (Mr. Fantastic Four). But you must choose wisely, and can't change your mind either.
Item 5 just gave me goosebumps.
Is that Francis from Pee-Wee's Big Adventure?
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