A Bunch of Words About Nothing in Particular
I don’t have much to say this evening, but I feel that I must post something. Some of the readers actually become a little abusive if they find nothing new on here in the morning. You know who you are and you should be ashamed. Do you want sarcasm and harsh reality here, or do you want me trying to straighten out the mess that Thomas and Francesca have made of their lives?
We had a puke-a-palooza here tonight. The Bandit had a VERY upset tummy. It’s all that crap coming out of his nose. I know – very icky, but I shouldn’t have to deal with this alone. His daddy was on clean jammies detail while I just tried to keep the bathroom floor relatively clean. Delightful.
This is my toothless wonder…
She seems to think we live in the frozen tundra the way she’s bundled up. It was probably 60 degrees when we took this picture. She is still no better at controlling her saliva. I hope she gets a better handle on that before she goes back to school.
My Honey gave me a fantastic collection of movies for Christmas. I handily pointed it out at the Costco and waved it up and down and said loudly, “I want this.” He’s good at taking a hint. I try to leave little to the imagination. Anyway, it’s an AMC/BBC collection of outstanding English versions of classic romances: Jane Eyre, Pride & Prejudice, Victoria & Albert, Emma, Lorna Doone, and a few others.
I’ve only had time to watch Pride & Prejudice (which was a miniseries so it took like 75 hours to watch) and Jane Eyre. They are excellent productions as you can imagine considering who produced them. After watching the stories again, I am reminded of several things: I’m still in love with Mr. Darcy and Edward Rochester seriously needed therapy.
As for this weekend, I hope to have lots of hilarity and high jinx to tell you about. I do have a very special post in mind for New Years Day. I’ll give you a teaser if you like. It involves the police and a streaker.
Tune in Friday for further details.