So, I guess this is the coolest hotel in Burbank. It also happens to be one of the cheapest, so yeah, it's pretty cool. It's got wireless, and now I can steal it when I need to. Sweet!!

I also enjoy the fact that it is kind of old. I won't feel bad about leaving a damp towel on the bed if they don't feel bad about the peeling paint. Even Steven.

Amy, my betrothed, keeps asking me why I never write about her. It's not that I never write about her, it's just that I don't share her with the world. You know those guys that come up and can't contain their exhuberance as they say, "Dude, look at the picture my girlfriend sent me." Your picture of your naked girlfriend makes me ashamed of you. And she's pretty hot too so you don't deserve her, except she sent you naked pictures, you two aren't married, so maybe that's what she gets. Let me see that phone again!

I wouldn't know what to say really, without it feeling contrived. I don't write about my feet and my hair either, but they are central and everpresent in my daily life too. I guess she is looking for the "ode to my wife" stuff, but I much prefer the, "My wife gave herself poodle hair yesterday." She really did, by the way. Shirley Temple never had so many curls.

I guess sometimes the ones closest to those of us that would like to consider ourselves literary may not always get how it works. I don't always write about the most important things, and when I do, I don't necessarily want to share them. Some things belong to just me.

Speaking of sharing...segue...I have a very long time friend who is into..."Sharing." I never really was able to grasp that concept. She and her husband are "open" to experiences, and I always was baffled by how that could work. I, like most males, might find your spouse attractive, but someone is donating an appendage before he gets close to my wife with anything other than a message for me.

Maybe I'm prudish.

Still, the thought that a person would willingly share their "other" with someone else is...it makes me feel pukey. We talked about it once, my friend and I. We e-mailed actually. It's a more open conversation that way. She spoke reasonably about her belief, and I passionately about my incredulity, but there was no meeting of the minds. She mentioned I might be a little insecure. Guess so. My wife's still staying home with big daddy. You can keep your wife too. Even Steven!

Toodles!