I could hardly sleep. Why?, you ask, dear Reader. Because the title of yesterday’s post drove me stark-raving mad…it followed me like a little gross thing all day long. So I got rid of it. Wiped it out. It is gone. And unless you’re really really good at this stuff, you won’t ever remember it. For the same reason, I also wiped out that stupid snow falling all over this otherwise perfectly good blog. It is history.
I hate sentimentality. No kidding. I don’t mind a wave of nostalgia or wink to the past, but to spend actual valuable time and energy being sentimental nauseates me.
Like watercoloring the other night. There we all were concentrating…painting our little Christmassy paintings…when Jody reached for new paper and dipped that brush in blue and started making blue swirls all over. Then she got more paper and went all angular on it with red and orange. I think she had had it up to here with sentimentality at that point. Enough is enough. Move crapping on.
Against my will because I thought it would be boring, I went to see Doubt with Deb and Suzanne last night. Most people were lined up for the sentimental favorite, Marley and Me (gag me), but we plowed right through that loser group and saw what may be the year’s best movie. Wow. Very very wow. Meryl Streep does not mess around. I’m pretty sure I love her.
Hey Liz, Don’t dismiss Marley and Me altogether. It was hilarious and real. Doubt is in a different category. Go see it and I’ll see Doubt and we’ll talk.
No, Row, you did not see Marley and Me. No you did not. No.