So I guess I've been doing something considered, "taboo" in the blogging community. Or maybe not... but every other blog I look at, for the most part, has entry titles. Somewhere along the way, in my infinite wisdom, I deleted the "title" tag out of my Blogger code. Ooopsie! So I decided to reinstate it, and see how it goes from here on out. Of course, this means I have to actually come up with clever little titles for my non sequitur ramblings. They'll probably end up being useless titles like, "Squeeze the cheese from the river's bowels" or something of the sort. But that's ok... it gives me one more delight when posting to my silly little excuse for a website.
So throughout this year I have been enjoying my wall calendar featuring Hilary Duff.
My good friend, LL Robot gave it to me for Christmas. I have to tell ya, every month has been a joy to gaze at... until this month.
Hilary is simply a beautiful young lady. And yes, I know she's like 16 or 17. But not being from the Jackson (or Goldschmidt) clan, I can safely say, I have the ability to look at a young girl and admire her beauty without feeling the need to say something like, "Damn, that bitch is gonna look great mounted on my stick-shift!" But Hilary's photo for May... well... it's just a little too... girlish for my tastes.
She's all cutesy in her ballerina outfit, sitting in a flower strewn swing. It's creepin' me out! Can't she just put out a calendar for lonely old farts like me? Maybe a little more black leather and fish net stockings? Is that too much to ask, Hilary?

Oh well... I'll just keep my fingers crossed for something a little more... um... mature... for the June picture. And no... I haven't looked ahead.
A man needs some surprises in life for Christ's sake!
Geeeez!!