reflections from the road: thursday, december 25
i celebrated the birth of the Lord Christ by:
breaking in my new running fleece and logging a mile or so with my sister-in-law
interrupting the family's television time by laughing at matt taibbi's undercover antics as profiled in the great derangement
finally admitting to my father-in-law, whom i love and deeply respect, that i am rubbish with power tools and don't have an interest in improving myself in this area
watching the celtics dump a game to the lakers
half-watching the bucket list, a movie that is scarred by schlocky sentimentality and rob reiner's inept direction, but is carried by actors who are hard to ignore
dancing a turn or two with the girl in the moon
re-watching portions of cars with the little p. while the film is endurable it was much more aesthetically enjoyable when it was called doc hollywood. you can definitely tell that brad bird didn't write this one
and constantly reminding preston that his cousin's new dollhouse is not a: a) stepladder b) window seat or c)gender appropriate toy for him to enjoy
how did your day go?
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