We just watched Meet the Fockers on DVD, and I had to spend the rest of the night resisting the urge to ask my husband if he wanted to Fockerize me. If you haven't seen the movie yet, do. I laughed until I cried. I'm a big sucker for Ben Stiller movies, but I think this is one of his best.
Oh, and my inner Martha Stewart could not help but drool over the Fockers' house. Wow. That's my dream house, minus some of the clutter. I could even dig all the sexual artwork and groovy wall colors.
And I felt a bizarre connection with Mrs. Focker, the sex therapist. I can only hope to be as fun as her when I grow up.