So as I prepare to escort another fine lady to the movie tomorrow, I'll say it now... after discussing Twilight's sweet, delicious brain candy for a few months now- certain members of my loyal reading public are coming to Birv to revel in the glory of suppressed Mormon housewifey wet-dream sexuality (and damned if movie Edward isn't fine... for all his Dr. Pepper Lipsmackers smile... phwoar).
Since I'm a classy broad, I will NEVER out you, as I said before. But I totally told you so. I'll even make you you're very own shirt.
You don't have to thank me- bask in the Twilighty goodness. If this is wrong, I don't want to be right.