on the jukebox: “Christmas Dreaming” by Harry Connick Jr.
The cleaning lady is here, which means I get to sit at the computer for a couple of hours while she works around the house. Groovy!
I’m still trying to recover from The Return of the King. Why am I so sad it’s over? Oh sure, we’ll have the extended version sometime next year. But it’s OVER. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this for a film trilogy. I guess I should read the books…
Aren’t the most interesting stories the ones you can’t tell? I have a feeling that I’m supposed to do something about something that happened earlier this week, but I’m not sure how to do it without asking opinions of my predicament. I know that I should just reveal what I think I know, but I don’t want to alienate anyone. But the longer it goes, the worse it could get.
And damnit, I promised not to tell anyone! (Except Hubby, which I’ve already done.)
A kiss. Don’t you wish? LOL!
One of these days I’m going to do LOTR screencaps and WATCH OUT! Maybe I should start with The Two Towers and Karl’s two or whatever scenes. LOL! Start small. Then a little Viggo. And LOTS of OBloom, right? Right!…
I’ve been feeling oddly antsy for awhile. I need baseball season to calm me down!!! I think I need to turn my attention to something tedious like that. A slow simmer instead of hot sparks. Know what I mean? Or maybe I need to write my romance stories and direct my energies to that. Hmm.
