I haven't killed the friend yet, but that's partly because I sent her for a nap as she was nearly staggering with tiredness.
Natter 58: Let's call Venezuela!
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Eight Below made me cry. I didn't want it to, but it did.
(And then I found out that in reality, all but 2 of the dogs died, and it made me even sadder.)
It might be possible that the world needed an open-toed boot, but I'm pretty sure this ain't it. How hideous.
sorry open-toed should never describe a boot. If it is cool enough to wear boots, I want my toes covered. (hideous is only the start of the adjectives for that monstrosity)
now I am glad that ita linked to those boots
my sister just sent me a link to these [link]
saying I needed them - it was good to out ugly her
Yeah, I'm having a hard time imagining a justification for an open toed boot need...
I am drinking a beer in my hotel room, after spending an agonizing afternoon and evening with the family. Oy.
Also, please note: while Finding Sarah Marshall is a fun movie, it is WAAAAY too much about fucking (the word, showing the act, showing full frontal male nudity...) to see with your mom. Unless your mom is way cooler than my mom. OMG.
meara - may I suggest a G&T? It works better than beer.
Did you click on the picture of the entire outfit? It looks downright style-challenged. Sartorial short bus.
You know, I can't remember the last time I saw a movie in the theatres with either of my parents. Huh. Hadn't thought about that. But it's possible that it hasn't happened since I was a teen.
At least when you're watching at home you can get suddenly distracted by something else that really needs to be done in the other room.
Did you click on the picture of the entire outfit?
oh yes.
Eh, I hate gin, and the hotel pantry thing had beer or little tiny bottles of wine. So beer it is...I wanted ot be on the internet more than hang out in some bar by myself.
At least when you're watching at home you can get suddenly distracted by something else that really needs to be done in the other room.
Exactly! Or mom can decide it's not for her and up and leave, or read a book or something. Eep. It was a good *idea*, but...the execution of my plan left something to be desired.
Meanwhile my parents have randomly started freaking out that if I get hit by a bus, they will not know. I pointed out that if I were dead, the few days it might take for them to find out really wouldn't matter. They were like "But what if you were in a COMA??" and I was like "Well, then I probably wouldn't care, would I?" They want me to carry around their phone number in my pocket. I'm like "WTF, I've been living on my own for YEARS now..."