I was watching yet another Hallmark Christmas Movie last week, this one starring Steve Guttenberg. (Spoiler Alert! It was the worst.) George walked into the room and blurted out: "Wow, I can't believe he's in this! Isn't that Guttenberg? I thought he was Hollywood's Leading Man! A superstar!" I laughed at first because I thought he was being sarcastic. He wasn't. The end.
I have been holding on to a single little ankle sock for about 9 months, as I misplaced its twin and refuse to believe it isn't in my house somewhere. This stuff drives me CRAZY. When we got home from our Thanksgiving travels, I was shaking out the clothing from the suitcase, when out of George's tshirt fell the long-missing sock. I only wish I knew how many times he wore it with my little friend flattened inside. Or maybe I don't wish that, at all.
Master of Suspense:
When George came home yesterday, I was about 3/4 of the way through watching The Birds. He sat down to see what it was all about and then this happened: