We'd make beautiful children

It's official: I have a girl crush on Tina Fey - even though Mr. Dub has technically forbidden me from saying "girl crush." I've explained to him that it doesn't mean I want to kiss her; I just want to date her. And I would probably stress about my outfit and witty dinner conversation just like I did when we were courting. Because she is fabulously talented. I cannot get enough of "30 Rock." I didn't give the show a fair chance last year, ditching it from our DVR listings after a weak pilot, but I've thankfully had a chance to catch back up, and I'm in humor heaven. I dare say I like it better than "The Office." Call that blasphemous, but you are talking to a woman in love ... with a woman ... just not like that.

(Maybe obsession would be a better word than girl crush, although that has similarly freaky connotations, like wanting to steal her footwear, and I'm just not into sneakers.)

But one girl crush I refuse to abandon is the one I have on Björk. How could someone not? And as I explained to Mr. Dub, he can't be threatened by this crush. As I tell him, "Björk isn't even human; she's Icelandic."