I didn't do SPD today, because I sorta already did the fitting room thing before. I wanted to do it again with the twist, but I was just too tired this week to do much of anything, what with the non-pregnancy and all. (Heh.)

But here's a portrait I'd prefer to look at anyway. Circus Kelli sent me this. (Thank you, girl!) DO YOU SEE THE SHIRT HE IS WEARING? True love is a beautiful thing.

(I just hope the fact that his hair is a bit rumpled and he has that blissed out expression has nothing to do with the Hooters in the background. I can't compete with that, even in my current boobin' it up (™JessicaRabbit) state.)

I was at my parents' house earlier this week and Dad was flipping through the channels and he came upon Full House. Of course he stopped - my John Stamos obsession is no secret. It was the one where Stephanie is making a video for class. And it was the scene in which Rebecca is trying to entertain the twins and she is singing "Bad Boys" and dancing for them (much like the scene in Friends in which Rachel is singing "Baby Got Back" and shaking her butt to quiet Emma), and unbeknownst to her, Stephanie is taping. And then Uncle Jesse comes in and sees Rebecca dancing (much like Ross walks in on Rachel) and starts teasing her about it. And then, THEN out of nowhere, he breaks out the dance moves himself. And I'm not talking a little butt wiggling. I'm talking extreme pelvis gyrating. I'm talking leaned-back, leading with The Gyrating Pelvis, come rub your body up and down against mine, baby dancing. It was HOT, y'all. I have never wanted so badly to bump and grind against a man like I did at that moment, and if my dad hadn't been sitting there, I would have clung to that tv and rubbed my body all over it.