My fabulous sister brought me a copy of the new Harry Potter on Friday night, just after midnight, so I got to stroke the book jacket all night (it was pretty busy and I was doing other things that night at work, so I didn’t get to start it then). And I’ve been busy since then with a Fun Filled Weekend, so I’m not much past page 100 yet, but I’ve decided the very nicest thing that can possibly happen on a Monday morning when your girl has to be at work is lying in bed, reading and dozing between Potter pages until noon. Or maybe until just after noon, if one were going to tell the whole truth. And maybe one only actually got up because she knew she could keep doing the same thing all day and then she’d NEVER sleep tonight. Or maybe not. You never know.
And hey, we saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory last night. I’ve never seen the original movie except in snippets on TV, so it never made an impression on me, but I read both the Charlie books over and over and over and over when I was a kid, and damn. Tim Burton NAILED it. He got in my head and pulled the movie out, and I’ve never had that experience before. I have to admit, the Oompa-loompas were a little different in my mind and weren’t so pimp-esque, but that was great. And Johnny, oh, Johnny. He’s the hottest thing on the big screen, isn’t he?
Yep. That’s all I’ve got today. Lazy. I believe I’ll go splash about in the tub now.
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