Well, the title of this particular blog stands. Jiles and I just rubbed areolae with Matt Damon...
Ok, so maybe it was during a freeze frame of Matt Damon's chest while viewing "The Bourne Supremacy," but I still got an electric type of thrill out of it. ...and by electric thrill, I mean shock [just kidding, we didn't get shocked!].
And now the movie happens to be paused again, and there is a really intense lady staring Jiles and me down like we are the last dab of barbecue sauce on a chicken drumstick. This could get interesting.
I must go to investigate!
Love to all,
Gladys
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