Snoopy and I laughed when we saw what that was on the shelf, w-a-a-a-a-y at the back, where water should have been. Dorothy, did you diversify into other colors and add a peep-toe? Nicely played, madame.
Iron Man is the movie. You must go see it. I have always, even through the stage when he went in a neighborhood and went to sleep in a little girl's bed because he was so addicted, liked him. He proves, yet again, that he's a genius. This movie won't be an Academy Award winner, except for special effects or something like that, but it's a good one. It's not really that bad either. There's an innuendo of a night spent together, some pseudo-stripping, a guy getting sloshed, and some language, but it's pretty clean.
Can you tell I like it? I do. You will too, if you bring your sense of humor and suspendable disbelief.
I did an interval workout on the treadmill, 2.82 miles, and then BodyPump. It was invigorating. Yeah, yeah. It's been so long since I've BodyPumped, I'm already sore. Gonna go to bed.
1 comment:
That's interesting. Makes me wonder where the foot that was in the shoe is now!
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