I like George Clooney. I think he's the cat's meow. The bees knees. The best thing since sliced bread. My husband humours me and goes along with my little crush on George because he loves me (and because he has a crush on Mary from the bachlorette - although that scares me since she got arrested for attacking her fiance).

I like George because he's smart, he's funny, he has a self-deprecating sense of humour, he comes across as very caring and loyal and he's cute. I also like that he does humanitarian work (visit the website http://www.notonourwatchproject.org/) and acts in movies that have a message. Of course, he's also smart enough to know that women also like eye-candy, i.e. Ocean's 11, 12 and 13.

George is coming to Toronto to open the Toronto International Film Festival. If you've never been to the TIFF, you should try to go. It really is a film festival for regular people, you don't have to be famous to attend and you can see great movies that you would otherwise never get a chance to see.

Anyway, back to George.......he's coming to Toronto and as I was sitting at my computer, I came up with the brilliant, absolutely brilliant, idea of inviting him to my house for dinner! I'm so smart sometimes that I amaze myself!

I quickly ran upstairs and asked Paul if he minded if I wrote a letter on my blog to George Clooney inviting him over for a bbq. Paul looked up from his science magazine with a dumbfounded look on his face. He was so taken aback with my genius that he could barely get the words out "Sure, Sharon", while shaking his head slowly in disbelief . Isn't it great that after 8 years of marriage, I can still stun him with my brilliance?

I run back downstairs and now here I am at my computer writing to George...hooray!

Dear George,

Rumour has it that you are going to be in Toronto for the film festival. While you are here, if you would like to come over for the three B's (I mean beer, bbq and basketball - get your mind out of the gutter George), I would love to have you (at my house, not literally). I understand that you might not be comfortable around the kids but I assure you I have no problem locking them in their rooms for the night. Paul, my husband, would love to play some one-on-one basketball with you (mental note: don't forget to ask Paul to play basketball with George). I would play with you (basketball, not literally) but I would hate for you to have to go back and tell your friends that you were beat by a 5'3", 38 year old woman.

Please feel free to drop me a line and I will send you my address. Also let me know what kind of beer you like and if you would prefer steak or hamburgers.

I look forward to hearing from you.

Sharon

Brilliant! I wonder what I should wear?