bridget jones’s diary

Went to the movies tonight. Saw Bridget Jones’s Diary. Was in the middle of reading the book, but it was a short notice girls night out. What a night…

Rules for the Movies…

DO NOT talk.

Turn your celly off.

DO NOT TALK.

Do not pull cell phone out of purse to see who is calling.

Do not argue in the middle of the movie, and then begin to cry.

Do not smell/stink.

Do not tell your neighbor you’re going to the movies, because she will ask you to bring popcorn back to her.

All in all, it was *such* a girly movie. Yeah, it was cute. But come on, Hollywood! Stop feeding us girls these sappy movies about men fighting over us and everything ending just peachy keen while we stand in the middle of a street kissing our newly won man in our leopard undies. Whew!
It was cute. It was uncomplicated. It was your usual sappy love story involving one girl, two men. With British accents.

Ahh, what I wouldn’t do for a man with a British accent…

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Info on Tucson Vacation to come Thursday. I know, I know… I’m a slacker…

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