play date

i have a nagging feeling. it is due to the fact that every once in awhile - say once a month - the boy and i transform into actors.

seriously.

we all the sudden adopt a character and an accent and begin to speak as these people. i think it's cute and weird but being who i am i also wonder why. this hasn't happened lately but i was thinking maybe it's easier for him to talk to me as someone else but i know that's not true. we've had plenty of "these are my feelings" conversations sans accents for me to discard that theory.

well, i give up. i mean it's not like i hate it - it's actually really fun. once, on the way back to portland from the coast in some serious traffic, i adopted an old british harpy voice and he was my lord-like husband of fifty years. HILARIOUS. really, we should record it sometime.

anyway, i have done nothing about reviewing movies since i've seen no movies. oy. well, i forced him to watch 'love actually' last night. here's his review:


love actually. "i found it improbable (he meant the little boy running to his love in heathrow, dodging security), ridiculous (again the little boy and little bit of the colin firth bit), contrite (i disagree so i don't know what he meant) but not terrible. though this movie is why men don't watch romantic comedies...too much pressure". c.

well, that's him. i adore the movie completely, just as you would that most tattered and hideous teddy bear on your bed. well, i guess that analogy only works if you ten and younger. how about your favorite pair of jeans or shirt or something that you just can't part with?

oh, bugger off.