Yikes. Thank goodness that's over. Moving on.
Signs I'm maturing:
- I like prawns now. PRAWNS. Probably one of the grossest things imaginable. Glorified maggots. Except I like them now. They're tasty! And full of protein.
- I (most of the time) can accept that people have opinions other than my own.
- I sometimes watch the news and say things like, "Oh politicians, they're all the same. What a bunch of phonies!"
Signs I'm not:
- I wear hooded sweatshirts, especially my new black one that's still so soft on the inside.
- I cheat on chocolate-filled advent calendars. #NoSelfControl
- I've tried, but I still can't wrap my head around insurance. Just seems like such a scam. Pay for something I might never reap the benefits of...just in case? God, that's a big ask.
- I have a huge zit in the smack dab centre of my nose.
It hurts. Covered it in toothpaste for an hour last night, but it's bigger than ever. Why am I always wearing this sweatshirt in my blog close-ups? BECAUSE I BLOODY LOVE IT! |
- Jai Rodriguez ('Culture vulture' on Queer Eye for the Straight Guy)
- Bruce Vilanch (Best known for his four-year stint on Hollywood Squares)
- Carmen Electra (Oscar-winning actress and humanitarian)
Hold on. Why read when you could watch? Have a look and I guarantee you'll be illegally streaming bad boy for your cosy Friday night in:
Full disclosure: I haven't actually watched 'Oy Vey My Son is Gay'. But I have watched 'End Game', starring Cuba Gooding Jr. and Angie Harmon, also filmed in Spokane. I even wrote a review of it for the Gonzaga Bulletin (which, as I recall, underwent a heavy copy edit, ridding it of all its grassyllama flare).
Have an amazing weekend,
Margaret
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