What can I say? It was a good story and all mostly true. Some people ask me if what I tell is really true, with the emphasis on really. It is really twue. Twue. Twue. Twue. Of course, the sarcasm and hyperbole are all on me. If I interpret the expression on the doctor's face, then there is a possibility it might not be what the doctor is actually thinking. Ah, the writer's prerogative; a wondrous gift.
The Scintillating Saga of the Seven, er, Three Hotdog Samurai OR What Happens When I am Bored and My Daughter Has Input
I can't think of a better way to spend time with my daughter or with uncooked hotdogs, toothpicks, and cookie sprinkles. Also a camera and a vivid imagination. I got carried away with the ketchup but what the hell?
I love doing movie reviews, especially when I can pan it. As a matter of fact, there are very few movies I can go to that I can't pan. (I should probably say won't pan.) This one was a fav because I always lurved ERB. (That's Edgar Rice Burroughs for you neophytes.) When I was twelve I wanted to marry ERB. Other girls wanted to marry Shaun Cassidy and Barry Manilow. I wanted to marry a man who'd been dead long before I was born and when I found that out, I was devastated in the manner that only a twelve-year-old can be. So how dare Hollywood eff up my hero? Oh well.
This is from another movie I reviewed. (When I say reviewed, I mean in a general, snarky way that I do. I should just put the little marks around it for those who are dense. "Reviewed". I "reviewed" it. It was "good." I was "snarky." It has been "done.") Anyway, I love paranormal movies like this one because you can just yank at plot holes all you want. You can kick the holes. You can throw a bus through the holes and people will still say stuff like, "Now I have to 'see' this movie." I would totally watch this movie again so I can make fun of Katie and Micah. (Which by the way, Micah has always been MI-kah, not Mee-kah. What's up with that?)
I frequently make fun of my husband, HIM, the man to whom I'm married, well, because I can. Also because he does stuff that inherently lends itself to being made fun of. I can't help myself. He's asking for it. Fortunately HIM does have a sense of humor and doesn't mind much. (We're still married, right?)
There ya go. My favs. If you haven't read these, take a minute to shoot some peas/and/or milk out of your nostrils.