I know this has nothing to do with writing, but in light of a recent comment left on my blog (located under the ‘Raw’ post in case you missed it) I feel the need to explain myself. Is it my fault that Wolverine is so hot? There is just something about a man that has to rip apart his own flesh in order to use his super power that gets to me. I mean, come on, the self sacrifice, the will power ... the biceps.
Now, honey, (I do consider all of you my honeys, but in this instance, I am referring to my husband) don't get me wrong. I'm hot for you too. And I’m not saying that your super power doesn’t come in handy. When we are boating and I need someone to shoot lasers out of his eyes at the threatening tubers, I'll call Cyclops. Oh, wait, just kidding, what I meant to say was that I'll call you. Yes, that is my awesome husband below, defending our boat from killer tubers.