And My Feet Are Cold

I thought of that headline, because it is true.  I thought, I could put on slippers, or just go with it.  I am feeling lazy, as you might guess by the relative lateness of my blog post (if you even noticed that) (come to think of it, regular readers already know me as fairly lazy; don’t judge) (or should I say, I hope you are too lazy to judge me).

I just paused, wanting to make a few parenthetical comments but fearing to overdo it, and caught the end of Remember the Titans, which Steven was watching and I was paying cursory attention to.  I had to pause further to bawl my eyes out.  I read somewhere that they played a little loose with some facts in order to make an uplifting movie about race relations, but I do not at all care.  It is historical fiction, and it tells a wonderful story.

I thought to pep things up with a picture.

Steven has been watching his favorite movies a lot lately.  Earlier we enjoyed Mary Poppins.  I loves me some Julie Andrews and Dick Van Dyke!  Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!  Full disclosure:  I do not know how to spell that word; I googled it.

It’s a Jolly Holiday with Mary!

Steven wanted to follow Remember the Titans with something fun so is about to watch Chicago.  That makes three movies with really great soundtracks.  At least Chicago won’t make me cry.  Yes, I cried during Mary Poppins.  Again, I hope you are too lazy to judge me.

Now that I have finished my post, I wonder what it really is.  I feel Wrist to Forehead Sunday is appropriate, what with all the tears shed.  Then again, given the headline, maybe I should call it Non-Sequitur Sunday.  The agony of indecision tilts the scale toward Wrist to Forehead Sunday.  This you can judge me on.

And All That Jazz!