Wednesday . December 11 . 2002 . 8:12am |
"just put some windex on it" I think that with the exception of The Impossibles (my dad and my grandmother, who are notoriously difficult to shop for, not because there's so picky, but because they never seem to want or need anything other than "filial devotion"), I think I'm pretty much set with my Christmas shopping list this year, or at least have a specific idea of what I still need to buy. The only trick now is trying to schedule my shopping time in two and a half hour blocks, the maximum time (as of yet) that we've been able to leave Cooper alone to her own devices. I'm sure that we could even push it a little farther, but we've been afraid to, neither of us in any mood to spend the afternoon scooping Cooper's pooper off the bottom of her dog crate. That dog has bowels of steel. Last night, we took one of our two-hour blocks and went downtown to catch "My Big Fat Greek Wedding," thus making us the last people on the face of the Planet Earth to catch this movie. It was funny and sweet, but of course, by now it could not live up to the expectation that had been set up by months and months of word of mouth and newspaper articles about the "howlingly funny" "little movie that could," etcetera. It was funny, but not, as had been billed, THE FUNNIEST MOVIE EVER. That would be "Dirty Rotten Scoundrels." ("Who was she with?" "Danny Terrio, the host of 'Dance U.S.A.'" Ha!) Also, we'd both had late lunches, so instead of a real dinner, we ate movie Nachos and popcorn and felt vaguely sick afterwards. xo Michelle |
