Gratzie's mom has got it going on.

Mrs. Tanya Michelle Aldrich Golez came by, said hi, smiled, and well, flirted with me... 

Ok, I made the last one up. But that was more than enough for this boy’s spirits to lift up. A penshoppe poster girl actually said hi to me. I could have died right there and then. But I did not. Chose not to… because I opted to be reduced into a blabbing idiot at her mere presence. 

I promise not to forget her waist line. Ever.

It felt like going into a toy store for the first time. There wasn’t any channeling of inner perv self that happened. No My Friend’s Hot Mom fantasies. (Besides, her adorable kid, Gratzie, and I aren’t friends. Yet.)… Just pure wholesome fun. She was just so… pretty. And nice. And down to earth- downright dreamy. 

Just what I needed- something to make me forget about certain things which is synonymous to my arch nemesis’s Survivor stint. She is now officially my hot guardian angel, my statuesque cherub, my Irish heroine. And I’m her earthling on distress.

Oh Mrs. Golez, save me.