I pause in my Sunday activities to make a Wrist to Forehead post. I am not currently posing with my wrist on my forehead (about to swoon on a chaise lounge, of course), because it is so far a pretty good day. But I’m thinking this will not be a very good post, so perhaps I will swoon after I hit publish. No matter. These things happen, and we must make the best of them.
The 1920’s, Julie Andrews, what’s not to like?
My husband Steven and I watched this movie last night and earlier this afternoon. I purchased it at a garage sale over the summer. Last night after watching Hush… Hush, Sweet Charlotte, Steven suggested we put in something silly we would not mind turning off. In fact, we got into it and did mind turning it off. Luckily, there was an intermission, because Steven had to be up early to get to work this morning. When one reaches a good leaving off place, one likes to take advantage of it.
I made spaghetti sauce and meatballs earlier, the way my mother and grandmother used to make, although I forgot to add the tomato paste so it was not thick. Nobody is perfect, after all. Now Steven (dear, sweet man) is dong the dishes, and I am looking at Snapped, my usual Sunday guilty pleasure. And I thought, Ooh, it would be a good idea to make my blog post.
Naturally they are only showing episodes I have already seen, but you’ll have that. Especially as often as I watch Snapped.
When Steven is finished doing the dishes, I would like to watch a monster movie. I am rather obsessed with monster movies. I wonder which one we will choose. Not knowing, I will close with a random monster movie picture from my Media Library.
I imagine he hates to be interrupted when he is eating.
Happy Sunday, everyone!
Mohawk Valley Girl 