I am ashamed to admit it, but I am a Twi-hard. For those of you who don't have the mentality of a fourteen year old or youger, that means I am in love with Twilight. I am by far the nerdiest housewife EVER! When i get together for play group at the park with women from church I just sit there, quiet. I have nothing to say. I have nothing in common with these women aside from having children who like the park and sharing a religion. Then...one of these women who I care nothing about will say the name Jacob Black. Boom...they are my new best friend. I don't care if you walk on all fours and have slobber dripping down your face, if you are a friend of Twilight you are a friend of mine. I have never been so angry online than when a man made a derogative comment about Twilight on my brother's blog. I was ready to jump into cyber space and kick his cyber ass. So the question is...WHAT IS MY PROBLEM? The answer to that is NOTHING. I am perfect. Maybe not as perfect as my sweet Edward. There is no difference between loving Twilight and Loving Pride and Prejudice. Chicks are just cheesey, hopeless romantics and as long as we don't expect our frumpy human husbands to be as perfect as a vampire or as fun as a werewolve, what is the problem? by the way. I'm Team EDWARD!