A Toxic Fog...

A toxic fog...

Am I talking about the stink that emanates from my middle child's feet?

"Do my feet really smell that bad?"

"Why, yes. They really do!"

Nope, although that is quite toxic. 

What I'm actually talking about is the fog that surrounds me after I've seen a romantic movie.

Yes, I'm about to go there.

Here specifically:

Last night I went to see the latest Twilight movie.

Breaking Dawn.

Let me just get it out into the open that I loved the books. 

Have I read the series multiple times?

Yes. 

Am I holding signs up and joining fan groups?

No. 

But, I blame all this on our babysitter.

She recommended the books several years ago and I agreed to read them on a lark.

But then...

I liked them.

I mean, I REALLY liked them.

I'm not embarrassed about it. 

The movies however have been...subpar.

I just don't think the story translates well to the big screen.

Although they sure do perform well at the box office so what do I know.

This whole toxic fog thing though...

Last night as I was watching the romantic scenes...

And let me just stop right here and say I don't mean the love scenes.

...I would get all crazy feeling.

My heart would feel like it was beating faster and it made me all emotional and gooey. 

I don't know. 

I've blogged a little about this before.

So, I get home and I see the laundry and the milk left out in the kitchen and I feel like I'm just walking about in a fog. 

It's this dang romance people!

It makes me crazy.

Romance is stupid.

S-T-O-O-P-I-D

This morning I've been trying to clear my head.

Why am I drawn to stories like this?

I think a preacher would go all Ecclesiastes on me and tell me it's because "God has set eternity in the hearts of men."

Ya know, God woos us therefore he created this desire in us to be wooed.

Or something like that. 

I don't know.

All I know is that I feel like I'm coming off of a binge.

And that I need to step away from the big screen.

And the small screen. 

But not the computer screen because then I couldn't blog as much.

I need a little fan that could blow the toxic fog away.

Maybe I could just tie the middle child's shoes around my neck.

Because, that could drive anything away.