30 July 2004

It’s a rough start to the day when you realize at 9:45 in the morning that you’ve put your underwear on inside out. And don’t even bother to correct it.

Have finished 60 of my invitations. About half. In choosing to make my own invitations with skeletal leaves attached and corners hand-eyeletted, I had no idea how time-consuming it would be. I’ve been through a number of movies in the process:
Pride and Prejudice (the A&E version, all five hours)
Sense & Sensibility (I love the scene were Colonel Brandon says, “No, for I must away”—the man is so rich, he can give up verbs)
Mansfield Park (you notice a trend, I hope)
Get Over It (don’t knock it ‘til you’ve watched it)
half of Tom Jones (ehh)
and the Best of Will Ferrell (“I’ve got a fever…and the only prescription is more cowbell!”)

I actually got to the point last night where I said, "I am SO SICK of videos!" If you know me and my love for movies, this statement is shocking to you. Shocking.

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