The Shaggy Dog
– Ok, so a lotta people on imdb didn’t like this, but hello – what were you expecting, emmy’s from a remake of a remake of a film now starring Tim Allen? Give me a break! Go in with no expectations, and enjoy the ride. The kids and I laughed throughout. Though, the cobra with the dog tail? UGH. So creepy. So disgusting. So… EW. Not the best for effects in places, but all around a fun movie to watch with the kids. A 6/10.
Take the Lead
– Antonio Bandaras. Tango. Antonio Bandaras DOING Tango. Need I say more? Rawr! Excellent dancing, awesome music, and DUDE – that’s RUFIO from HOOK! (ROO! FEE! OOOOOH!) He’s all growed up! But yes. I loved it! And it just renews my decade old whine… why doesn’t anyone around here teach ballroom? Man – I’d TOTALLY pay for lessons! Sob. A 9/10 because the way the credits broke up my watching of the dancing pissed me off. Heh.
Dear face of mine,
Ahem. Hello? I know I keep telling people that inside, i’m still 16, but could we stop it with the breakouts already? Especially as it is not MY week for PMS?
I’ve heard of sympathy pains, but um, when my 12 year old daughter says, out of the blue “…my belly hurts, here kinda on the lower sides…” this does not give you ANY REASON to suddenly, out of the blue ASSUME that’s what it means and then cause MY face to breakout as if I were the almost teenager? Isn’t it bad enough that i’m DYING INSIDE because she is going “What? It might be? BUT I DON’T WANT TO BE A GIRL LIKE THAT YET!” coupled with the additional pain that it’s obviously inevitable and dammit all? I am NOT READY FOR THIS!
So, could you at LEAST sympathize a little and stoppit with the zits already? PLEASE?
Sincerely,
Aging-by-the-minute-Mama
PS. Nana Moosie? Stop that. I can hear you laughing from here…. heh.
DUDE.
Babies? Get up at SEVEN AM! on a SATURDAY! Don’t they know it’s SATURDAY??
Heh. been babysitting all night. So cute. But Dude. 7am! Saturday! And last night I was all “aw, I miss fat baby toes! and sleepy smiles around a bottle, and warm baby cuddles, and so cute! So glad it’s not me, and I get to give em back, but oh! so cute!”
This morning? at 7am? COME GET YA KID! *L*
Least he has his priorities right… checkin email!
In other news – these pictures? SCARE ME TO DEATH…
Harumph.
So – the phone rings…
…and I hear “So. What do you know about tape recorders…”
Um, I say. You push play, and it works!
“Well I’ll be damned it DID work! That didn’t work BEFORE! It’s your VOICE!”
That’s about when he started to fear he was going to fall off the deck, and his friend said she loved me because I live in Alaska, and I said I loved them too – cuz well, I love everyone. HAHAHAH!
Needless to say, TBF is very, very Drunk. They’ve killed a bottle of wine that I MUST HAVE! Apparently, it is called “Mad Housewife” and the back of it is HYSTERICAL! I must have this wine. He’s promised to buy me a bottle when I go down next. *just shakes head*
Now, this is REALLY twice as funny when you realize that I got a call a couple days ago – from a sober, but very chagrinned TBF. “…so. I told her that I’d go see WHATEVER MOVIE she wanted to see. I wanted Snakes on a motherfuckin plane. What did I get stuck in? STEP IT UP!”
Cue Lessa spitting her diet crack all over the desk. For TBF doesn’t DO music/dance/girly flicks at ALL. He swears he’ll deny it and never put it in writing – but you know, I’ll never EVER let him live it down. “No one I knew saw me! you can prove NOTHING!” If I’m lucky, J saved the ticket stub. hahahahahaha!
First Step it up, and second, falling off the deck. It’s been a good week for TBF. *L*
