“Stroke me, stroke me.”
I cannot get this Billy Squire song out of my head thanks to Chaz Michael Michaels and my friend Jen, who told me she is going to see the movie Blades of Glory after work this afternoon. Freakin’ hysterical. And… I might have said a ridiculous thing out loud today. “I blame Blades of Glory for my current sickness.” Because I was just with a burning throat and chest on Saturday but come Sunday afternoon matinee after laughing (and coughing) and laughing my way though the movie…I ended up in full blown SICK mode. Perhaps, I just egged the sickness on by laughing at the low riding towel wearing body of a real skater. But I had no choice.