Apparently, Hugh Jackman is the best thing that ever happened to my blog. Here, let me remind you. I hear that Nichole Kidman was disapointed in Australia and, in fact, wished that she a Hot Hugh had never filmed the movie. I’m sorry, but has she seen this picture? Can anyone honestly tell me (with the exception of my darling husband) that the world is not a better place because of it? (Jason has not seen this movie yet. For some reason, he keeps dragging his feet about it.) Here’s the thing about Hugh Jackman. According to my blog, at least fifty fans google this man every single day. How do I know this? Because they all land on this post . Amazing that some rinky dink post I wrote once that was nothing more than an excuse to avoid cleaning the toilets has become my shining star of journalism. For the record, my husband seems to tolerate Hugh’s place in my life. This is probably due to the fact that Jason is the most non-jealous individual that has ever walked the face of the earth. I think he would farm me out on date night during football season without blinking an eye. In fact, we went out on Friday and I saw an old man in the restaurant sitting with a much younger woman. It gave me an idea for some quick cash. “Honey,” I say, “I should hire myself out as a dinner companion for sad old men. Just think of how much fun I could be!” He looked at me for a moment, shrugged, and said, “As long as you don’t kiss any of them, it’s fine with me.” Right. Kissing strange men for money. And right then and there I realized that prostitution is probably a dangerous and slippery slope. “What? You thought you were paying me for that ? But I’m just here for stimulating conversation!” Let’s just say I’ll not be persuing a career in escort services.