Woops

It’s December 23, at 4:30.  I think there are only me and two other people in the office.  That’s why I can blog, b/c nobody is looking.  :)  

So… I was just looking at my dashboard, and I didn’t know my sis had linked my blog to hers… I’m a little worried about that, b/c the new version of my blog doesn’t mix with her world-view.  Has cusswords and such.  And I’m about to talk about my girl-crushes, and sis not the sort to approve of homosexual tendencies.  Her friends who might look at my blog are probably not either…  hee-hee… that could actually be fun.

So a WAY long time ago, I thought for a second that I might be a lesbian.  So I came home from work and told my husband:

“Poo, I think I might be gay.”

Silence

“Poo.  I think I might be gay.”

Silence.

“Poo, seriously, I think I might be gay and you’re not paying any attention to me.”

And he replied, “You seriously want to know what I think?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not gay, and I know you’re not gay.  You can’t convince me that there is anybody, man or woman, out there who is better for you than I am, so you do what you need to do and let me know when you’re done.”

“OK.”  

- So, like a week later, I came home and told him I don’t think I’m gay after all, though I didn’t “go out and do” anything about it.  He said he knew it all along.  :)

BUT – that doesn’t stop a certain amount of gender confusion on my part.  I keep getting “crushes” on these girls (ok, it’s happened twice).  The first one was on Rachel Maddow, host of the Rachel Maddow Show on MSNBC.  If I wasn’t lazy I’d put a link in here to her website, and add her picture, but I don’t feel like it at the moment.  Anyway, I don’t have a crush on her anymore, but when I did, I printed a picture of her and wrong “I <heart> RM” on it and put it in my cube.  

Everybody said I just had a crush on myself b/c we look a fair amount alike.  She’s cuter than me, but I can definitely see the resemblance.   Then, last night, I realized that the other lady I think is cute also looks like me.  

So, in final analysis.  I just love myself.  Not a lesbian!  Yay.

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