Meet my boys - Hank, Harvey and Brody. These 3 boys have been monopolizing all my time in the past few weeks. Each one of them is amazing in his own way - dashing, good looking, accomplished, successful, hard working...what more can a girl ask for in a man? And the best part is that I enjoy myself so much with each one of them - they make me laugh, they teach me about the ways of the world. It gets better - they don't even know about each other! How often does a girl find herself in this deliciously sticky predicament?
and lastly, Sergeant Brody - Afghan War Hero and possible Jihaad leader, red-haired and freckled - from the sitcom Homelands
Normally, I am not such a couch potato, who enjoys uninterrupted hours of telly or plans movie-marathons, with great gusto. So for me to be spending so much time watching back-to-back tv shows and reading a heavy book; implies something is not quite right. And alas, this is the case since I hurt my back doing god-knows-what three weeks ago and have been firmly instructed to lay flat as much as possible. I am going absolutely crazy trying to keep straight and restful, as has been prescribed to me. Sure, it has been fun, being able to legitimately be a vegetable and have breakfast-lunch and dinner in bed. But enough already! I am missing my sneakers, I am missing the sweat and I am missing the happy endorphins that come from physical activity.