I knew I was a woman when I realized how hot Christopher Plummer was.

You can all do like I used to have to when I was a kid, and watch until the kids go to bed.

Me too! I'm still surprised when that's not the end.

Interval training, I am not good at it.

Indeed: this makes it happen much more effectively than just knowing I should do it. But you don't have to do it all the time: you can turn off the zombie chases for any given mission.

Man, it's terrible, isn't it? I used to sing that song and jump around gazebos.

It's kinda sobering when you realize that I was, in point of fact, sixteen going on seventeen when I met the SO, with all that sort of conditioning still bouncing around in my brain.

Wow, she really can't act.

It's kinda sobering when you realize that I was, in point of fact, sixteen going on seventeen when I met the SO, with all that sort of conditioning still bouncing around in my brain.

Right? And I still know all the words, I just want to throw up in my mouth a little as I'm singing them.

"How Lovely to Be a Woman" from Bye Bye Birdie is a little better, but not much.

Hey, here's a song where belting is actually appropriate!

I will say that it's not really fair to force anyone who's not Julie Andrews to pull off "The Lonely Goatherd."

I suspect that Carrie Underwood actually has a lovely high voice, but she's always belting so much that you never get a chance to hear it.

The Do-Re-Mi song requires perfect pitch. Julie Andrews had it. Carrie Underwood, on the other hand....

I am now back to wanting new boss to diaf. We had our second biggest fundraiser today. She showed up in jeans, was utterly disengaged, spent the day picking her cuticles and texting and not promoting the raffle because she thought it should be the job of the two people already frantically working checking people out with their purchases. I strategically removed her from her post (that she kept abandoning) and put away the chair she'd been sitting on and stood for the next four hours (on my recovering sprained ankle) and raked in the raffle tickets while she sat on her ass in the other room and texted and picked her cuticles and continued to be disengaged, and unfortunately the ED was across the street signing in lunch-goers.

One of her prize comments today, IRG to the house tour being so close to Thanksgiving this year: "well, in England they don't have Thanksgiving...". I told her as politely as I could that it was just too fucking bad that we were Americans in the United States of Fucking America [and get your anglophiliac ass across the pond, and I apologize to the UK in advance)].

Yeah, vaguely thinking "interval training seems like a good idea, I wonder how I can make myself do that" hasn't gotten me very far.

Huh, it seems there are two apps from the same developer. Quandary!