Sunday, Sunday. Nobody will mind if I make a foolish post on Sunday. For one thing, I can call it Wrist to Forehead Sunday. I am not, in fact, feeling particularly Wrist to Forehead-y at the moment. I have been relaxing, enjoying a beverage of questionable moral fiber, and I am most inclined to make yet another foolish post.
We are watching Hush, Hush.., Sweet Charlotte, one of up our favorites of the psycho biddy genre.
Steven is just about ready to fall asleep. I personally am ready to stretch put and close my eyes. This hardly matters. The point is to enjoy enough of a movie tonight to be part of a fun evening.
I do enjoy to watch a movie that I have previously been told NOT to watch. I do not always do it in a case where I have been told NOT to watch. As it happens, right now, I am enjoying some scenes of a movie we were not supposed to watch.
That was as far as I got last night. It all makes sense to me except for the part about being told not to watch a movie. Who ever told me NOT to watch Hush…Hush, Sweet Charlotte (I’m not sure where the … goes and I am too lazy to check)? Bette Davis, Agnes Moorehead, Cecil Kellaway… there could be no possible objection!
I imagine there could be an objection to this blog post, but I offer no excuse. I must get on with my Monday.
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