Dexter (such a charming killer!) and hippos

I realised today that I never explained why I called my blog 'Handbags and Hippos'. Well - handbags should really be self-explanatory - I'm a woman, I love shopping. I adore handbags. I have many more important things to think about, true, but I liked the idea of the title 'Handbags and Hippos'. The hippos part of the name - less obvious. It's a tribute to my boyfriend, a joke we have continued from one silly little comment made in passing nearly a year ago. But now we are the proud owners of two cuddly hippos (believe me, they are harder to come by than you would think!) and I love it. So, rather than trying to make some abstract political comment or be witty with my name, handbags and hippos combined seemed to me to be a fine solution. That and no-one else is odd enough to have called their blog that!

Today, I watched some more Dexter holed up in bed with the afore-mentioned boyfriend. Due to his lack of central heating (and his reluctance to chase his landlord up about same) we were wrapped in two winter duvets, many layers of clothing and with a little fan heater pointed directly at the bed. So not the sexiest scenario, but a very nice toasty warm one. I love Dexter, and I love the fact that my boyfriend is willing to watch many episodes in a row with me. He's a nice serial killer! (Dexter, not my boyfriend as far as I know) I enjoy the absurdity of that basis and the wit that the show is written with.

This show is never going to knock 'The West Wing' off the top spot for me though! There is nothing to rival Aaron Sorkin's writing or the characters he creates. Except perhaps Joss Whedon, who is a similarly talented man - and incredibly funny. There is nothing to rival an intelligent, funny man. I mean, ideally he would have a beard and either resemble or actually be Viggo Mortensen or Johnny Depp, but hey. A girl can't have everything. Go figure that the man I've chosen won't grow a beard. Not even for me. Huh.