I got up around 10:15 on Saturday, which lately is pretty darned early for a that day of the week. Patricia remained in bed for a few more hours. Still recovering from her pneumonia. On the mend, though.
I made my world-famous French toast on Saturday. It occurs to me that I have only made it for Patricia, so my claim that it is world-famous is a boast that maybe I can't justify. All I know is, Patricia eats every scrap on her plate and would lick the plate if Cindy or Newbie didn't beat her to it.
We watched a couple of movies today. The best by far, by a country mile, a city kilometer, was "Tucker and Dale Versus Evil". It is a twist on the whole "inbred hillbilly" horror movie. Some college preppies go to the country and encounter a couple of mountain boys. Through a series of mishaps and misunderstandings, the guys are assumed to be inbred killers, when nothing could be further from the truth. We laughed out loud many times, but the scene involving the chainsaw was the one that nearly made me spit out my Friskies.
You have to see this movie. It co-stars a guy from "Firefly", if that helps you make a decision.
We also watched "Scream 4", which wasn't as bad as I expected it to be. I will probably have forgotten it by Monday morning.
Have you seen "Tucker and Dale Versus Evil" yet? What are you waiting for?
Sunday will involve lots of laundry. Lots of dish washing. And lot of avoiding... the big game. Have you noticed that people on tv refer to it as "the big game"? Is it because "Superbowl" is a word you can't use unless your network has broadcast rights that year? Does saying it sort of advertise the competition? Is it a royalties thing? Does anybody know? Does anybody care?
Seriously, have you seen "Tucker and Dale Versus Evil" yet? Get out there.
I will let you go out and see "Tucker and Dale Versus Evil" now. It is only 1:38 in the morning. Lots of time to see it before you go to church.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
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