Hee. I got a couple of boxes of chocolates for the holidays, and I'm trying to make them last, but I have a chocolate-loving friend coming over so I have the feeling they're going to be gone by the end of the night.
Oh, Tiff. If people haven't figured out by now I'm a complete and utter dork they just haven't been reading my posts.
We watched the rest of Season 1 of Battlestar Galactica, quite possibly the most religious show ever set on spaceships.
And tonight I just got back from Narnia. Unfortunately, it really brought forward the odd structure of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. Tumnus was fantastic, but I really can't wait until they adapt something like The Horse and His Boy. Or even Voyage of the Dawn Treader.
There was a family in the back with a little kid who would not shut up. Talking, blowing raspberries, yelling- the commentary on the movie was endless. Now, I'm not going to blame the kid, who looked about 2 years old, but what business did his parents have bringing him there? And the mom cursed me off when I told her so at the end. Bitch.
My "usual" New Year's Eve plans didn't happen this year, and I didn't allow myself to be tempted by any others, considering my recent work schedule. Two days off to rest and do chores around the house is totally necessary.
I am watching The Piano (never seen it) and just ordered a delicious dinner of penne alla vodka, salad, and garlic bread.
Have I ever shown you my Shattered Dreams box? It's in my Disappointment Closet. - Marge Simpson