It’s just never easy with me.

Well, it’s been a bit, um, challenging lately at Wellington Road. Our new windows, and trying to settle in again at playcentre and get some alone time.

I wrote another rant, but instead, I’ll share with you, Internet, My Five Dorky Crushes.

1. Paul Henry. It's too bad about that moustache comment. I had been admiring his acerbic wit for years. He used to do an advice show with Charlotte Dawson, and he was always telling people how stupid they were. Very refreshing.


2. Mike Hoskings. He's a wanker. He was terrible on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire. But I used to like his shameless banter with the very hot Kate Hawkesby. And he shared his mid-life crisis with the whole of New Zealand.


3. Marc Peard, ZM’s New Hot Guy. For a couple years, I was swooning over his accent. Now I’ve seen his photo, and I’m over it. Sorry, dreadlocks just don’t do it for me any more.


4. Rhys Darby. You know, from Flight of the Conchords. Present.


5. John Campbell. There’s no question about it. He’s a dork.


6. My husband. He totally made me add him to this list. Because he doesn't have crushes. Right.

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Edited to add. I didn't mean to imply that my husband is a dork. Because he's not. I think I'm a dork (my husband disagrees, bless him).