It used to be tradition that my brother would buy People's 50 Most Beautiful issue for me on my birthday. I loved it. I even remember on my sixteenth birthday one of my friends ripped Pierce Brosnan's picture out to take it home with her. I've never gotten his appeal, I suppose I'm just more of a Daniel Craig girl...mmm...I digress.
People have since changed the format of this issue to include 100 people (and yet I still haven't made the list) and my brother stopped buying it for me years ago (I don't know when he stopped loving me. I kid, I kid, I think). So today I bought it for myself.
I was flipping through pondering the important questions it raised, such as, "Is she (Lindsey Lohan) too skinny?" (YES) "Are Josh (Lucas) and Rachel (McAdams) apartment hunting?" (sinners) and do I care that Casey Aldridge was injured in a truck crash? (No, which raises the question, am I a bad person?). Then I stumbled across this gem by Tina Fey*,
"Sometimes when I injure myself, I laugh uncontrollably. I know it's a weird reaction. I can't explain it. For example, the other day my daughter accidentally head-butted me right in the crotch bone, and I just kept laughing, thinking about how only parents, soccer goalies and giants have to worry about the head butt to the crotch."
I have never wanted to be head butted in the crotch bone before but strangely now I have the urge. Maybe the next time Braden runs at me at full speed instead of raising my hands to defend myself I'll just let it ride. That way I'll get to find out what it's like to be a giant. I might even yell Goooooaaaaalllll!! afterwards.
*Tina Fey, I might love you a little, but only when I've been drinking.
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