Call in a HazMat team because love is in the air, and despite the fact that I’m wearing a gas mask (A figurative one, as I’m not quite so far gone that I’d spend the day wandering around my condo wearing an actual gas mask) to fight the effects, it’s still unavoidable.
For example, I just watched Everyday Italian, which was infected with the romance pathogen, as Giada prepared a special romantic dinner for herself and her husband.
I still watched the show anyway, if for no other reason than that she made cupcakes, which made it possible for things like the following to happen:
Giada: I’ve got to check on my cupcakes.
Me: I’ll check on your cupcakes.
Giada: Look at how perfect my cupcakes are!
Me: Trust me, I’m looking.
Giada: Later, I’ll slather the raspberry frosting all over my cupcakes.
Me: I’ll slather raspberry frosting all over your cupcakes.
Of course, the whole romance thing was counteracted by seeing her husband in the kitchen with her (yesterday she had her Crazy Hot Italian Mom in the kitchen with her, which was better, as she was kind of a MILF), which gave me someone to focus my hatred on.
What was most interesting about the whole show, though, was that when she ate one of her cupcakes she made what sounded unmistakably like a sex noise.
Then she took another bite and did it again.
*Sigh*
I wonder what it’s like to be Mr. Crazy Hot Italian Chick, spending your life torn between conflicting emotions as you’re turned on by her hotness, yet terrified by her craziness.
In any case, he’s a very lucky guy, given that she’s successful and beautiful, and, despite the fact that she often appears psychotic, he’s still alive.
In any case, I just thought I should mention this Crazy Hot Italian Romantic Dinner.
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