Oh Michael Weston, you hunk of lobster slathered in butter
I love the way you walk, talk and shoot (I overlook the fact that you run like a girl)
Oh Michael Weston, you hunk of peanutbutter chocolate Haagen-Dazs.
I love the way you banter with Fiona and Sam (and the way you look after your Mom)
Oh Michael Weston, you hunk of biscuits and bacon gravy
I love the way you talk in accents and ooze manly charm (especially with Fiona)
I love you Michael Weston.
Can you tell I've been dieting?
Gurl, you crazy!
Posted by: Fatbridesmaid | October 21, 2010 at 03:23 PM
I adore burn notice! Need to talk-drop me a line.
Posted by: Marianne | October 24, 2010 at 07:55 AM
Well, if dieting is going to make you dream about an action hero in food terms, you could certainly do worse than that cute Michael Weston! :)
Posted by: Sandra | October 24, 2010 at 08:13 PM
Your mom had to explain this post to me over lunch today. How sad is that?
Posted by: AL | October 25, 2010 at 09:07 PM
It could be worse. You could spend months watching and longing for Neal Caffrey...and then fall into a deep pit of depression when you find out the stud you're crushing on is very, very gay.
Not that I would ever do that. I'm just sayin'.
Posted by: Sharon Tuzik | October 28, 2010 at 02:08 PM
:)
Posted by: priest's wife | March 02, 2011 at 01:26 PM