2.) Working on a new bird:
3.) A present on my door step (thank you, thank you, thank you Amanda!):
4.) Dinner and a movie with the girls:
As you can see, it was a good day.
Brief Complimentary Movie Review: Bring a tissue. Maybe two. Seriously. I knew how it was going to end, (Hint: She died a spinster. I don't know if she owned any cats.), and it was HIGHLY fictionalized (they based the entire movie off of one letter she wrote to her sister mentioning a man she danced with several times at a ball.), and I'm not the World's Biggest Anne Hathaway Fan, or the World's Biggest They Casted a Marginally Famous American Actress to Play an Iconic British Character Just So They Could Appeal to the American Audience Fan either, and while these people beat me out as the World's Biggest Jane Austen Fans, I have read all of her books multiple times and I love her, which I think makes me a big fan in the lower-case sense. Let's just say that while I was excited about seeing it I was fully prepared to be disappointed. And yet...well, it was pretty much fantastic. Anne Hathaway didn't annoy me, the rest of the cast was terrific, including James McAvoy, who I wanted to tuck inside my pocket and let him say nice things to me, and the story they concocted was fanciful but entirely compelling. Go see it, preferably with your mom and sisters so you don't have to cry alone.
And on the banana front, I think we can safely say that the idea people at Reese's are brain damaged monkeys. Check the poll results out. I think that's fairly significant. Rac e-mailed me this weekend stating that she didn't get to vote but if she had it would have been for yum. Sorry, it will only count as an asterisk. The results I'm sending to Reese's will state that 100% of my readers* hate banana flavoring and they should immediately stop production.
*If I didn't love Rac so much I wouldn't even put the asterisk in.
8 comments:
Amen on the tissue factor and amen on falling head over heals for Jame McAvoy. He was so sweet as Mr. Thumnas. I hope we lots lots lots more of him.
Can I trade you Saturdays?
I spent mine cleaning and re-organizing my room. It needed to be done, but still, it was no fun (and I'm actually still a little sore from all the lifting of my crap).
Hey, and where can I get my own Dwight?
This is my first time on a blog.
I am so glad that it is the blog of someone I respect, and will of course respect me tomorrow. I have been doing the gym routine on Saturdays, like for most of my life, but have never aligned it to a Holy French Toast breakfast. One time I did make Wholly French Toast but that was due to a bread thing not any spiritual experience or connection.
And to think I was concerned about the potential offensiveness of the Holy Toast Miracle Bread Stamper. Sheesh.
Holy Toast Miracle Bread Stamper + Dwight bobble head = Happiness. Pretty much sounds like the best day ever. I think I'm gonna start using Eternal Total Happiness points.
Ellie, congrats on your first blog comment. Reading Rachel's blog gets a bit addicting. I'm just warning you.
Lisa, where on earth did you find the Holy Toast Miracle Bread Stamper, because now when I have toast or french toast, something is missing. Plus, it might help me from cussing so much when winter comes again to Wisconsin. I need to be prepared!
Thanks for the asterisk. I know I have very strange taste. Actually, ever since you got me thinking about banana flavored things, I've been re-evaluating my preferences. I had a banana-flavored Jelly Belly, and ate a juicy pear one immediately afterwards, and realized they could do much better with banana. Did you notice how much the juicy pear jelly bellies taste like juicy pears?
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