Bow your heads for a moment of silence.
Uh huh, yeah. Now we can proceed.
Please believe, I'm making it my business to hit the movie theater today to see The Takers, the new flick starring T.I., Michael Ealy, Chris Brown, and my man, Idris Elba.
Uh huh, I said it—yes I did. My man, Idris. I ain't skerd. Nick knows. Oh hell yes, he knows.
I mean, I love my husband and my babies and this life we've built together and whatnot, but Idris makes me want to do things. Naughty things. Things that would make you want to go grab a pad and take notes...
Yes, I understand that these things could break up my happy home. But Nick would understand, just like I'd go on ahead and kiss him on the cheek and bid him a fond adieu if Beyonce or Kerry Washington and them came knocking on our door talmbout, "Look here, I'm just crazy for me some Nick and he's leaving you not now, but right now. We'll send the babies some checks."
Some things you just don't get in the way of.
Where was I?
Oh, right. I'm going to see The Takers today because dammit, my man Idris Elba is in it. Delivering his lines with his natural British cockney and running all across the big screen in fine linens and toting guns, showing off all that chocolate goodness.
It ain't right, I tell you.
Which is precisely why I'll be front and center on opening weekend.
Who's with me?