Books and Butt-Lifts
Currently Reading:

My Year of Meats by Ruth L. Ozeki
I’ve been on a book rampage recently. Yesterday, I checked out a book from the Columbia library for the first time. No, it wasn’t for work. It was purely for pleasure, and it was about meat. Well… sort of. And now, all I can think about is eating lamb chops. I’ve become so engrossed that I think I’m actually going to make some tomorrow!
So when I get into reading, I really get into reading. And even though I have at least half a dozen books lying around that I’ve been meaning to read, once I get emotionally invested in a book, I can’t put it down. In my newfound excitement for reading, I went to Borders and bought three more books. Just in case I didn’t have enough on my to-do list. And inevitably, it’s all fiction. I know, I know. Men don’t understand why women love fiction so much. In fact, I’m sure a couple of my friends would rather me read the Phil Jackson memoir than a work of fiction. But I can’t help it. I just love it.
And speaking of fiction, my friend showed me this website the other day. And even though I know that women have been using chicken cutlets for years, it never occurred to me to put them… there. The even have padded undies for men. I have yet to find a male friend willing to try a pair out. They also have these odd pantyhose-type implements, designed to push the caboose up and out. I am not convinced.





