Come on baby, light a fire.

I was tagged by Melanhead for a Me!Me!, which I will go on record as saying right now, that if you tag me, I will do it. I consider it a challenge, or Call to Arms, or some other kind of noble pursuit. And also, I'm drunk. No, not really, but you know Jack Handy? One of his deep thoughts ends in, "and also, you're drunk," and that always pops to mind when I'm saying stupid stuff. So, here 'tis:

Eight Things About My Perfect Partner

• Stronger than me. And I mean physically, because I have big muscles and I always feel slightly superior to skinny guys.
  
• More generous than me. I always order the cheap or lowfat thing on the menu (I know - and I try to pass myself off as not that kind of girl, too!), and my Partner better share his meaty goodness. His dinner, I mean!!
  
• Handy with a drill. If a man wears a toolbelt with authority, I am reduced to trembling and drooling.
  
• Firestarter. I love camping and wilderness and sleeping bags, but I am forever cold while camping in the wilderness in sleeping bags. Fires are fun, but I'd rather set up the tent.
  
• Must like movies. All movies. Jim once sat through Chuck and Buck with me, which makes Brokeback Mountain look like an episode of Bert and Ernie.
  
• Smart. But in ways that I am not smart. Jim almost aced his GRE's to get into his biology PhD program. I am beyond proud.
  
• Funny. This goes without saying, right? I don't associate with people that don't laugh at themselves (and at the expense of others, on occasion).
  
• Enjoys women. This is a characteristic my mom and I started to notice about some men a while back. There's a certain type of guy that truly enjoys the company of women and can converse and laugh with us on a non-flirting level. These types of men are rare, and I have one.
  

And here's the weekend update: Quinn is still getting over his sickie. I now have the sickie. We went for a walk, went to a movie, ate often, went to another birthday party.