Don't you just love getting mail order?

I am nuts about ordering things that are to be delivered to me by UPS, USPS, and any other channel that requires grown men to wear short pants. I am in a constant state of expectancy. What will come today? Will it be books? DVDs? Make-up?
I remember the first order I ever made. I ordered luggage through a very popular catalogue company, or at least it was at the time. They still call from time to time.... They can't have the luggage back.
I might have, what some may call, an addiction to mail order. I am further enabled by the internet, but let's be honest, there is a ton of great stuff to be mailed.
It is a shut-in's world, folks. I am a shut-in at heart.
I can't even begin to imagine the best thing I ever ordered. I think it would have to be my blue Jimmy Choos, or MAC cosmetics. I don't know. There is too vast a selection to choose from.
As weird as it sounds, I am not destitute. I am in debt though... What does destitute mean?
If you have ever called a credit card 800 number at 4 am, then you are my kin. If you have ever been lured by Leeza, or scintillated by Cindy, then you know me. If you have never missed out on a one time offer, you are my peeps.

Come kinsmen and kinwomen, time is almost up call in the next 6 minutes and get an additional 50% off.

What is it about Twilight?

My mother, of all people, is addicted to the Twilight series. She is enthralled by each and every character and the actors that play them. I am aware that there is a group of "moms" out there who are addicted to the franchise and I wonder why. I am 34, respectively, and I really don't understand it.
From what I can gleen from my own mother is that she is pining for fantasy and romance... not that that is a bad thing. I think it's great... and curious. I have spoken with her and I have informed her that I believe she is reliving her teenage years, vicariously, through a girl who is in love with the ultimate bad boy. I know my mother as well as anyone can know there mother, and I am saddened at the thought of my mom, as a teenage girl, alone in her room daydreaming for James Dean. On the flip side, I am glad James Dean never came.
I have had my share of bad boys... They grow up to be jaggoffs. My mother, on the other hand, married a man 10 years her senior and proceeded to take care of his children. Soon after that, she had her own children to take care of.
I don't know the details of my mother's teenage love life, but I am sure if there was a juicy story in there I would have heard about it. So goes the affinity for Twilight. I am glad when she regales me with the goings on of "Fork", because it makes her giggle like a teenager. Her soul is so young. Her eyes light up. Her imagination aglow.
While I am doing dishes thinking about whether or not I am paying enough attention to my baby daughter, who sleeps 4 yards away, my mother is reading, or re-reading a Twilight book. She may be watching the DVD, or googling the next movie. Like a tweener with the Jo-bros, my mama has Edward.

God bless you, old girl.