(Note: Hubby in the back, Edward in the front. Jeff has no idea)
Like Anna said in an earlier post, during this past weekend we both managed to fall off of the “I’m being a good wife and not obsessing over Twilight” bandwagon, and hopped effortlessly back on the “But, {insert husband’s name here}, Edward Cullen would never do that!” bandwagon. God help Jeff and Randy. I guess Randy got to see Anna jump back into her obsession in person over the weekend, so hopefully he was spared a little bit of shock. But poor, poor Jeffy. My obsession had it’s re-birth 36,000 feet up in the air in a window-seat on a plane when my Jet Blue TV screen was the only one not working on the entire plane. He had no idea of the craziness that would greet him on my return to the city 5 days later.
However, I like to think that my born-again obsession was a totally organic and natural/inevitable process. I non-chalantly took my book with me on my trip to LA this weekend “just in case I had some down-time, or there was nothing good to watch on the plane.” So, when my TV blacked out….it was go time baby, and I willingly picked up my book and traveled back to Forks. 6 hours later, I’m landing in LA and walking off the plane shamelessly still reading the book, (what? I was at the meadow scene! I have no regard for the rest of the world when I’m reading those precious pages).
And I continued to read. I had lots of work to do while I was out in LA, but when I had a little bit of downtime, I was reading. And then, once again, my TV was not working on my plane back to NYC, (I think I’m getting a voucher from JetBlue for that, holla!) and by that point, I took it as a sign from God that I should definitely be re-kindling my relationship with Edward Cullen.
And so we lived happily ever after 36,000 feet up in the air. We played vampire baseball somewhere over the Grand Canyon. I hung out with Alice and Jasper for a while somewhere over the Mid-Western states. He picked me up to go to prom as I was landing in NYC. And, we danced effortlessly across the floor at prom while I sat on the couch in my living room…..and as Jeff sat across the room from me on the other couch glaring at me and my book.
Edward Cullen wouldn’t glare at me.
