For those of you who joined me on my Blog Tour 2009, you may have caught the interview I did for Romance Reviews Today, in which I answered questions about writing, life in general, & TANGLED UP IN LOVE specifically. Many of those questions were compiled by our own Laura J., by the way. (Heh. That rhymes.) (Okay, the Beavis & Butthead moment has passed, thank you very much.
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So, anyway, one of the questions was about guilty pleasures, & I sucked it up long enough to admit a couple of mine. But it’s no fair being singled out. And it’s no fun only listing two, either. Which means you’re all going to be in the Hot Seat today.
Top Ten Guilty Pleasures
10. As listed in the interview, I will admit to being completely hooked on courtroom television. (Not to be confused with Court TV, although that has it’s moments, too.) There are a lot I don’t watch, but the ones I rarely miss—even in repeats—are The People’s Court & Judge Judy. I also occasionally enjoy Judge Joe Brown.
9. Also admitted to during the interview…can you tell I’m easing into this? *vbg*…I love peanut butter. Peanut butter & chocolate is a given. I mean, duh. But I am slightly addicted to just plain peanut butter, & I don’t know why. To be honest, while I’ve always liked peanut butter well enough, I only formed this apparent addiction to it after my dad died. You see, he used to sit & eat peanut butter with a spoon straight out of the container, which I thought was not only unhealthy, but completely disgusting. Uh-huh. Well, I’m apparently channeling my dad, & he apparently still loves his peanut butter, because now I do the exact same thing. (Yes, I realize the level of my sickness & that I should probably seek immediate psychiatric help. I won’t, but I probably should.)
8. Books & reading. This is probably another duh one for 99% of visitors to this blog, but if I could get away with it, I think I would sit & read all day, every day. There’s nothing I love more than being alone with a really good book.
7. Repeats. (As in TV & movies.) Why? Once I’ve seen something, why do I feel compelled to watch it again? And once I’ve seen it so many times I’ve practically got it memorized, why do I still feel compelled to watch it over & over & over? (Another subject to be discussed with the psychiatrist assigned to my case? Perhaps.)

6. Eating lettuce with my fingers. Yes, it’s true. I love sitting with a bowl, bag, or head of lettuce & eating it like potato chips. Not the most attractive habit, to say the least, but it’s delish! And if I’m alone or with someone I trust & no one’s looking, I’ll even do this with my salads at restaurants, eating them piece by piece with my fingers. It just beats using a fork all to hell.
5. Puns. Ohmigod, I am so freaking amused by puns. Seriously, it verges on “special”—& I know you know what I mean by that. I could probably compile a Top Ten list of my favorite puns or jokes that contain puns, &… Okay, I’m totally going to do that one of these days. You’ll be sorry, but I’m gonna do it! 
4. My babies. Yes, the left side of my brain knows it’s insane to have six cats, but the right side of my brain & every other part of my body just does not care what people think or what that says about me. (”Crazy Cat Lady” topping the list, I’m sure.) I love my kiddos, & think they are the most fabulous thing to come along since the invention of gravity. (Actually, they’re better than gravity, when you think about it. I mean, who really enjoys boob saggage, falling off a ladder, or having a granite gargoyle drop on their head? Ha! Take that, people who love gravity more than cats!
) I would have a hundred more if I had the space for them, too, so what does that say about my mental faculties? LOL
3. “Saying” tees. You know what I’m talking about. The t-shirts that say things like It’s not PMS, it’s Y.O.U. & I may not be Irish, but kiss me, anyway. I have roughly 2.6 million of these things & have only ever gotten around to wearing about three of them, but I cannot seem to resist. They crack me up & just seem to be a great way to let the world know what kind of mood you’re in without ever saying a word. And when you’re not wearing them, you can stick them in a big pile for your cat to sleep on. 
2. Bling. Yes, it’s true, I admit—I am a material girl. I love pretty, glittery things. My mother says that I’m part crow…not the Indian tribe, but the bird, because every time I see something sparkly, I want to bring it home to my nest. It doesn’t even have to be the real thing; costume jewelry is fine, as long as it’s pretty & sparkly & my favorite—unique. The irony is that I don’t actually get a chance to dress up & wear my bling very often. And even when I do…oh, the choices. It’s very hard to decide which jewelry to wear when I have so many options. Sigh.
1. WIPs and Chains (a.k.a. The Dungeon). That’s right, this place. Whether actively posting or just surfing around & lurking in the background, blogging is a lot of work & can be very time-consuming—as I’m sure you guys know. But this place just rocks, & I have so much fun both putting together posts & viewing all the comments. I love it, too, when you Darlings talk amongst yourselves, picking up the ball & running in all sorts of interesting directions. (Getting to slip on the stilettos & kick some blogger butt once in a while in the guise of Mistress Heidi isn’t half bad, either.
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All right, now it’s your turn. What are your Top Ten Guilty Pleasures? Come on! I confessed to mine! 