Quote of the Day

"If my sex life was a farm, Willie Nelson would have held benefits for it. I couldn't even grow mud."

LOL.

From Sex and Sensibility, 28 True Romances from the Lives of Single Women.

This is part of the excerpt on the Amazon reviews page:

Chapter 1: confessions of a teenage c**ktease by elissa schappell ©

I blame the suburbs for making me a c**ktease. Growing up in a small town in Delaware there were no malls, movie theaters, or cafés within walking or biking distance. There were no museums, no galleries, no book or record stores. There were, however -- in abundance -- boys.

Thus, my girlfriends and I spent a lot of restless hours hanging out at each other's houses, lying on canopy beds or on the shag-carpeted floor, door locked, tickling each other's arms and backs, gossiping about boys and what we'd do with one if we ever got one, occasionally hopping off the bed to dance in front of the mirror, lip-synching Cheap Trick's "Surrender" into a hairbrush. In the summer we went to the neighborhood pool and tanned on top of picnic tables, running across the hot macadam parking lot in bare feet when we heard the ice cream truck, or we biked to a swimming hole with a rope swing off a bridge, occasionally flashing motorists.

I see a lunch time shopping expedition happening for me. I read about the book, during this morning's ride into work, in February's Glamour Magazine.