I’ll Tumble For You
What does that mean? “I’ll tumble for ya”? “I’ll be your baby, I’ll be your score, I’ll run the gun for you,
And so much more” I don’t get it, but that song is so darn catchy! Curse you Culture Club!
Still cold here, but not as bad as it has been. We decided to got to the Bull & Bush on Monday, and now I can’t wait. I’ll bet dollars to doughnuts that Geoff will enjoy an Ardbeg after dinner. It seems to be their feature scotch frequently, and he enjoys it so much. We will definitely partake in dessert, but I don’t know what I’ll order. I do care for the Queen’s burger a great deal. Who knows. I dearly wish we had our friends here to celebrate our anniversary with us.
Honey cat has been out of control lately. She’s been jumping on the counter looking for food. She never did this in Irvine, and I will have to consult Dr. Jen to see what she thinks. Is it the weather, is it a phase? It’s bothersome. Her fur is growing back nicely, and Geoff plans to remove her stitches this weekend. The thought of it creeps me out, so he is welcome to do it. It’s too much of a hassle to put her in her cage, drive to the vet for a 3 second visit.
I’m hoping to go to Blockbuster today and rent Lost In Translation. Yes, it’s Valentine’s weekend, and we could watch romantic movies, but I think I’ve seen Sleepless In Seattle & You’ve Got Mail a half a dozen times each in the last 2 months. If I had to pick a romantic movie from our collection to watch this weekend, I’d opt for Return To Me, Much Ado About Nothing, or When Harry Met Sally. I know Geoff wouldn’t have Mrs. Winterbourne, hmmm…maybe I should watch that this afternoon. I also got Identity out of the library to watch. I tried to watch Down With Love, but I didn’t get far before I had to stop. I thought it was awful.
To turn a little serious here, we were talking the other day, and venting about how unfair it seems to always be raising money to do research on AIDS, when cancer is a bigger problem. Maybe I’m crazy, but I don’t know anyone who hasn’t been affected by cancer, and I don’t know anyone with AIDS. And with that, I’m sure there are other diseases who feel cancer gets all the money and they could use some. I guess I’m just annoyed that so many people I know die from cancer, or have family die from cancer. I have a friend who is going to lose her brother in a few years to cancer, and that just isn’t fair. Death sucks.
Okay, lighter note now. It’s a month to the big day for Meg & Mike. (Meg if you are reading this tick tock tick tock). I don’t remember what I went through the last month. I don’t think I was so freaked, but if anyone else remembers, please refresh my memory. I remember a fight Geoff and I had months before the wedding. It involved people in his family inviting themselves to the wedding. Distant relatives. I had distant relatives that lived in the city and didn’t get an invite. Because we wanted a small wedding. Yeah, stupid thing to fight about, but hello? Planning a wedding, not a stress-free thing. Unless you are planning a wedding in 2 weeks (like Colin & Dawn). My advice to all brides (I don’t know who I got it from) is “something will go wrong, and you hope it’s something small and fixable”.
In case I don’t get around to posting tomorrow (who knows!) Happy Anniversary Colin & Dawn!
Alright, I’ll close with a quote from Return To Me. It’s a very sweet movie.
[Self-conscious about her heart transplant scars, Grace checks her appearance in a mirror.]
Angelo: Grace, come on, it’s been over a year, you can hardly see it anymore.
Grace Briggs: Nice try, Angelo. I just don’t like all the questions, you know?
Marty: You tell everybody you’re just the luckiest girl in the world.
Grace Briggs: I know, Grandpa, I know.
Marty: You’re beautiful, and no one’s going to notice your chest.
Grace Briggs: Thanks a lot.