Anna and the King and The Talented Mr. Ripley over the weekend, and since they were due back yesterday, Fred accompanied me to return the movies, and then stop by the grocery store to pick up various and sundry items, and while he was in the movie store, he rented Deuce Bigalow, Male Gigolo and Bicentennial Man, neither of which I had the slightest interest in seeing. Well, smack my ass and call me Horace, ’cause I enjoyed Deuce a great deal. It was just really a cute little movie. Bicentennial Man, though, didn’t do much for me. We still have about 40 minutes of the movie left to watch, in fact, and unless there’s a twist ending (which I’m not ruling out) I’d have to go thumbs down on that movie. So we went to bed late last night – after 11:30 – and when I woke up this morning, it was so bright and sunny that I was sure it was at least 9 or so, but when I finally turned to look at the clock, it wasn’t quite 8. I went downstairs, where Fred was snoozing in the library after a rousing session with his lovah (ie: the computer), and we talked for a few minutes and then he called Dr. Judy’s office to see if they were open today (they were, which shocked the hell out of me), and he ran upstairs to take his shower and left to go weigh himself (he lost another 6 pounds in 7 days, woohoo!) and I did my exercise tape and then took a shower. It occurs to me that that’s perhaps far more detailed than y’all need. So after breakfast, I got all kinds of tired, and while Fred went downstairs to commune with his true love and then exercise, I dozed on and off, with Spanky curled up next to my legs and Ms. Poo curled up next to my stomach under the covers. Have I mentioned how I love my kitties? At lunch, I was reading an old US Weekly magazine, the one with Angelina Jolie and Billy Bob Thornton on the cover. Man alive, don’t those two give me the creeps. They had a picture of Angelina laying one on her brother (at the Golden Globes, perhaps? I don’t recall) and I’d swear there was tongue involved. The thought of kissing one of MY brothers ON THE MOUTH just makes me want to run away screaming, and I’m sure the feeling is mutual. Which reminds me of the times when Debbie and I were little girls and my father used to hold Randy down so that we could give him a kiss goodnight. Anyway, I’ve rambled on long enough. Y’all have a good 4th if you’re in the US, and have a good 4th even if you’re not! ]]>