Ghosts of Girlfriends Past is coming back to haunt me by making me admit I actually spent a few dollars to watch this turd. It’s not like I was expecting much, or anything at all, but it was even worse than the cutsie, beautiful-people romantic comedy I wanted for the evening. I don’t think we went more than 30 seconds without a sex joke or innuendo of some sort, and both Matthew and Michael are just getting too old for these groping roles. Rather than renting this formula movie, might I suggest another Hollywood-type that was a little more fulfilling, Bride Wars or Confessions of a Shopaholic. Enjoy.

We had the pleasure of seeing my sister and her kids this past week and here are some of the latest words out of my adorable 3 year old nephew’s mouth.

“When I grow up, I want to be a car-washer.”
“I want to put ketchup and mustard on Sophia and eat her like a hotdog.”
“Let’s play Sneaky-Goofy.” (referring to Hide-And-Go-Seek)
“You try it – you like it.” (and then when he caught on to our schemes…)
“You try it – you don’t like it.”
…and his absolute favorite, “Bolitas!”