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My husband and I went to see the new James Bond movie, Quantum of Solace, yesterday. We had a great time and not just because we got to do something as adults without the kids in tow. It was an action-packed, exciting movie. It was almost too action-packed for my taste. When we left I told my husband that I felt like I needed to watch a good chick flick to counteract all the testosterone flying around in the Bond movie. But . . .

I still enjoyed the movie. I wasn’t sure that I would like any Bond other than Brosnan, but I do. Daniel Craig is an excellent Bond. And, finally, there is a Bond my age on screen. Of course, that means I’m getting older.

Well, we did enjoy watching the movie and I loved watching Craig. He is good looking and seems so real. Bond is not a superhero in Craig’s performance of the character, but rather a highly trained specialist who makes mistakes. He’s rather down to earth, actually.

Ever since we saw the movie, less than 24 hours ago, I have been having delightful fantasies of being a Bond woman (I refuse to call myself a “girl” as I haven’t been one in many years–yes, I’m a stubborn feminist). Of course in the fantasies I am Bond’s equal. I can shoot any kind of weapon, perform hand to hand combat with ease and seduce a villain into telling me anything I want to know. I’m hot and cool at the same time. My banter with Bond is witty and sexy, but I don’t allow him to just bed me with ease. He has to earn it, which he may never do.

I have many excellent fantasies roaming around my head this fine morning. And, today, Thanksgiving Day, I am thankful for an active imagination that takes me places I am likely never to go. So, of which fantasies are you most thankful?

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