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life is good.
We leapt out of bed this morning (for the value of ‘leapt’ which applies to parents of a four month old, which is to say, we staggered bleary-eyed and weary out of bed) and went to see “The A-Team”, which I thought was entirely enjoyable. Importantly, unlike in “Knight and Day”, I didn’t think, “Wow, is that a body double?” when Brad Cooper was running around showing off his mag. ni. fi. cent. body, which is what I thought when Tom Cruise lost his shirt in “Knight and Day”. Young…
wiktory!
I have successfully gotten my unlimited movies card! And gone to a movie on it! …not, however, Toy Story 3, because I had rashly trusted Brian’s information about the time and it turned out he was looking at Thursday’s schedule. :) So we went to the next available thing, which was “Knight and Day”, and which was probably not nearly as *good* a movie as Toy Story 3. It was entertaining, though, and Tom Cruise still has a hot bod. I said shallowly. :) Also, Cameron Diaz does not look…
if…
If, and this is very much an If, because it is based on not just a ship coming in, but a ship coming in with enough cargo to fill a pit, but if a girl was going to fly over to England for FantasyCon, what airport would she be flying into, assuming she has to fly on one of the dead cheap airlines which don’t seem to actually fly into Nottingham? And how would she then get from that airport to Nottingham? And what hotel might she stay at, given…
and!
This morning we toddled (or more accurately, bussed) to the American embassy to apply for Young Indiana’s passport and to register his birth. He looks exactly like his father in his passport photo. It’s hysterical. :) The bus ride to the embassy took longer than the whole process inside, so that was good. We had to raise our right hands and swear we’d told the truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth, but without a “so help me God” attached, which is good because I’d have balked. Probably not…