Livin la vida loca

Thank god, it's Friday. The pretend boyfriend and I will be spending the weekend, snuggled up in bed, getting to know each other again. Those long distance relationships can be tough! But somehow we make it work. Of course, I have to discipline him for leaving me alone for so long. This picture was taken just after we'd had another argument about my moving to England. See, he has an 8-year old son, so he can't really move here without losing valuable time with his son. He's had offers to do Broadway, but he really doesn't want to miss out being with his son. He's a devoted parent, which I find very sexy but very hard, when your pretend boyfriend lives across the Atlantic. I told him that I couldn't possibly move until after my term as RWA NYC President was over. I'm very dedicated to my chapter, and I couldn't just dump them willy-nilly to move to England to be with an incredibly handsome, sexy guy could I? So we're at an impasse right now.

In other news, apparently I'm on some International email list for money-laundering. Normally, I get the usual junk email offering me low-interest mortgage rates, debt-relief, pornographic sites, and surveys, but I've gotten 3 emails so far this week allegedly from real banks asking me if I could just park $50,000,000 in my bank account for a few months. Sure, no problem, that won't send any red flags to the IRS or the government. Come on, would you be suspicious if large sums of money somehow ended up in the account of a woman who can barely balance her checkbook?

What is the weirdest email that anyone's ever gotten?