Yeah really! So I was watching a for crap movie on Lifetime last weekend (I used to be addicted to that stuff – then I got burnt out. Now it’s only an occasional weakness) and it was about this crazy woman who pretended to be a nanny for this widowed man and his children. It was called The Perfect Nanny and it starred Tracy Nelson (Square Pegs anyone? Am I showing my age?).

So yes, she’s a nut job and her favorite thing to do? Read romance novels and dream she’s actually living them. Particularly her favorite novel which I assumed was a historical because every time she thought about it and imagined her and her dream man together, they were in some sort of period clothing. And the dialogue was ridiculous, which was supposed to be the dialogue written in the crazy-making romance novel.

As she spiraled deeper into her craziness, she kept on reading that same romance novel and losing her mind even more. Me? I kept getting angrier because it dawned on me – reading romances and getting lost in them meant you were a crazy person who killed people. At least, that was the message the movie sent me.

It takes a lot to offend me and I was offended. By a Lifetime movie no less! Unbelievable. And directed by a man I might add. Figures (sorry to Rob and Will who frequently stop by here – you guys are stellar).