I have a million and one emails to write but there’s something wrong with my account so they’ll have to wait yet another day. Instead, I have a confession to make…

I am a seventeen year old girl stuck in a stay at home mama’s body. I have read all four books in the “Twilight” series, I just bought tickets to next Friday’s premiere of the Twilight movie (I have watched the trailer about 20 times, and it makes me so excited that I could pee myself), and I can’t stop fantasizing about the hot vampire lurking outside my bedroom window. It’s beginning to get out of hand…

On Saturday, I ran through the Cleveland Clinic Lyndhurst campus (my little green escape) and ran back to the Bolton house, which is exactly what I imagine the Cullen house to look like. It’s tucked back in the woods, stately, white and unfortunately void of the supernatural. I can dream all I want, but given my luck, my vampire lover would be on a binge from his vegetarian diet, skip the make-out session and decide to take a drink instead.

And there is no way I’m going to start watching this. The whole “vampire sex” thing is taking over my brain. If this obsession gets any worse, Kyle’s going to find a set of Kade’s toy fangs on his pillow and he really dislikes role play…