I spend long, intense hours in front of the computer, entertaining...Oh God, now I've made it sound like I lock myself in my bedroom and rub oil all over my body and make kissy faces at a webcam all day. Not that I wouldn't consider it, but I don't think there's a huge market for skinny-ish, cellulite-bearing, middle-aged women saying repeatedly, "Oooh Baby...Oooh Baby...Hang on a sec...Sweetie, Mama's working. I'll be out in a little while. You have to stop knocking, Honey, it's messing up the audio...What's on fire?"







