about reading romance novels is that I always end up wistfully thinking, “I wish I had a glittery hooha. I know this is lame. I know Noah adores me. But he’s not obsessed with me like that. I haven’t spoiled him for sex with all women for all time. Granted he may not have sex with a woman (uhm, other than me) again–but it won’t be because I’m just so amazing that the thought is unappealing. The thought of me getting upset isn’t worth facing… but that’s different.
Glittery hoohas don’t exist.
But glittery souls do, and that’s much better.
Also, every time I hear the word hooha I’m reminded of that damn Joe Cartoon flash movie!
Clitter! http://www.thosearentmuskets.com/sketches/clitter.html
that’s frickin’ hilarious. I love Jennifer Crusie.
Hansel and Hooha?
i am uncertain of what use a glittery hooha would actually be.
i think a Cadillac Pussy is more to most folk’s liking…