Thank you mailman … no, really THANK YOU

There are some days you look forward to getting your mail more than others.

Monday was definitely one of those days.

I’d been anticipating delivery of this issue of Vanity Fair since I’d heard months ago that Rob would be gracing its cover. And when the photo spread hit the Internet last week, well, I might have sent an email with the subject line “HOT TAMALE ALERT” to a large chunk of my lady friends who are equally Twilight obsessed. I can assure you that drooling over seeing this photo spread in person was just as awesome as its virtual counterpart — as was reading the article twice.

Now for those of you wondering what my husband thinks of these celebrity crushes, let me just remind you I BLOG ABOUT ‘EM.

Meaning he knows. Knows about how I’ve got half-dozen pop culture web sites bookmarked on our computer. About how I go through a smidge of withdrawal if I miss too many nights’ worth of Extra or Entertainment Tonight. About how I came home from a baby shower this weekend the winner of a game where we had to match celebrities to their babies’ names, boasting to him about having guessed 18 out of 20 correct. So he knows about all this AND YET HE LOVES ME ANYWAY.

Folks, that’s unconditional. And had we written our own vows, I’m sure I would have considered adding a line or two to address this syndrome of mine. Yep, right after that part about “in sickness and in health” would have come a line or two about “celebrity infatuation” and …

And… I’m sorry…what was I saying again? Rob’s bedroom eyes seem to have distracted me AGAIN.