Plenty of tweeting on the intertoobs today about last night’s Golden Globes. Did you seem them?
I saw them. Yup, I did. But only in bits and pieces, because smack in the middle of the Golden Globes was Downton Abbey, and Downton Drama trumps Golden Globes any day. I was delighted to see that they won a Golden Globe for Best Mini-Series or Motion Picture Made for Television.
I had to go online this morning to get a good glimpse at all the gowns and tuxes. There were some beautiful gowns worn last night. Didn’t you think? I loved Emma Stone in Lanvin, and Nicole Kidman in Versace. But I absolutely adored Kate Winslet in Jenny Packham.
I saw this cookie at my Second Cup yesterday. Isn’t it just as cute as can be? I love the Canadian Maple Leaf on it.
The barista gave me the look when I told her I was buying the cookie to take a picture of it, that I wasn’t actually going to eat it. Of course, I might have given me the look, too. I had cookie monster written all over my face.
But I know, and y’all know that I’m in M&M rehab, so I’m not eating sugar. No. I. Am. Not. And that’s going really well for me.
I gave the cookie to Mr. G, honey. He’s not in any kind of rehab, refined sugar or otherwise.
I might have inhaled some cookie scent before I handed it over.
Our winter weather is being held hostage in the PNW right now. They’re getting inches and inches of our snow, and we’re getting their 45 Faren temps with rain and fog and darksome and graysome.
I had to beetle to the first floor and light a fire in the fireplace and make a big pot of soup and bread and stare at the fire while I worked. It was the only thing that made sense to my weather-fogged brain.
We did Date Night With Friends Saturday night. We met at a centrum and inhaled popcorn (Not me. That stuff will kill you.) while Tom Cruise, I mean Ethan Hunt, scaled the exterior glass wall of the mother of all skyscraper hotels, as the mother of all sandstorms approached, using only his feet for purchase, and a pair of electronic suction hand gloves. If anything, this action/adventure/thriller is about how to complete the mission when technology fails. Good times.
I wanted those gloves.
I needed those gloves.
My gloves were MIA.
This happens to me all the time. I have a box of single gloves. Don’t know why I’m keeping them. Maybe I think the glove fairy will show up with the matching gloves.
We needed cash for the show. The most expedient thing to do was hit the drive-through bank en route. As we approached the window, Mr. G, honey hit the button for the driver’s window. It bzzzzed down about half an inch and whined about how frrrreakin’ cold it was outside.
“It’s okay,” I said. “I’ll just jump out and run up to the drive-through window. It’s all good.”
So I did. I finger-waved to the little camera guy just to be friendly. I live in Canadaland, ya know.
I jumped back in the car and we sped away within the suggested speed limit. I swears!
Me: Oops.
Mr. G: Oops, what?
Me: I think my gloves are in the drive-through lane.
Mr. G: (Sigh) Check the floor.
Me: Nope. I’m pretty sure they’re in the drive-through lane.
Mr. G: (Sigh) Check your purse.
Me: Nope. I’m pretty sure…
Mr. G: (Sigh) Okay.We’ll go back.
Me: No time.
Mr. G: (Siiiigh) We’ll make a quick check on the way back tonight.
See. I’m one of those people. One of those people who take their gloves off in the car, in the restaurant, in the theater, in the… set them on their laps, on the table, on the bar, on the… and promptly walk away.
The special people.
People with a fat glove budget.
People with a box of single gloves.
People with no gloves.
In the car, I mostly lose one glove, so we know where I mostly lose my gloves. Yup.
After the IMF completed their mission impossible, and after a large skim milk cappuccino with cinnamon (that kept me up until 5:30 in the morning), we sped back to the drive-through-house-of-money where Mr. G, honey crept up the circular drive while I kept my eyes peeled for thin, black leather gloves.
If it hadn’t been for the fingers, I never would have spotted them. Oh, where was my camera! They were side by side, and less than pancake thin, and snow-covered, and riddled with tire tread.
The treaded dead.
It was a horror.
I need these ~
Not for signing, not for safety, not for clubbing, not for…
I need them so that I can spot my gloves in my lap, or across the road, or on the exterior glass wall of the mother of all skyscraper hotels .
I need them so my gloves don’t become the treaded dead.
I’d like to say, Houston, we have snow! But since I don’t live in Cordova, Alaska, currently buried in ZOMG 20 feet of it, the best I can say is snow on the ground.
We’ll just pause here to give a shout out to the Alaska National Guard, who are currently digging out the folk of Cordova.
It’s movie weekend at Hacienda Elen. We’ll be checking out the latest MI — Mission Impossible – Ghost Protocol.
I could spend all day watching Tom Cruise run in a suit. It should be a little thrill-fest. Can’t wait.
Still on my To See list is: The Artist, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, and War Horse.
You? What are you waiting to see? Have you seen any of these? Did you like them?
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