i’m blog crazy today. that’s because i’m bored out of my skull and i’m trying desparately to avoid work. the sound of typing always implies that you’re busy – that’s my belief.
it’s 3.30pm and i’ve been thinking about home time now since noon. last night i recorded “27 dresses” on the DVR and i’m contemplating whether it’d be mean of me to make the Brit sit there and watch it with me. i know he’ll try to find something else to do – some ironing that needs to be done, dishes that need to be washed. i made him suffer through ”the wedding planner” a few weeks ago – hmm, we both suffered through that one and i immediately apologised after. i actually think he secretly loves chick flicks and searches the movie channels for the week for ones to record (he says he records them for me but i know the real story!). i return the favour and search for any movies with english people in them. i’ll scroll through the movies and say “mr. bean’s adventure, that’s got that kooky british guy in it with the funny eyebrows. do you want me to record it for you?” or i’ll say “ooh, look honey. a movie about queen elizabeth. do you want me to record that?” i’m sure by the third or fourth movie i yell out, the brit wants to tape my mouth shut but he just laughs and asks if i used up all the memory recording movies on the Hallmark channel. Man, i record ONE movie on the Hallmark channel and he won’t let me forget it ever. it was a light-hearted feel-good comedy. i was sold by the write up.

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