So what did I do this weekend?
Not this:
I love Bond. I read all the books from my parents’ library when I was far too young to do so (and whose parents have ALL the books? Yup. Mine.), I saw the films, only I petered out somewhere around Pierce Brosnan, and of course Timothy Dalton, much as I love him, was execrable.
I will get to see it at some point, when the Son can be disposed of.
Instead, I cleaned the baseboards in our bedroom. AND swept under the bed. And–oh, yes, the excitement is building, I can tell–I cleaned the windows, inside and out. I did feel rather pleased with myself, although not nearly as happy as I would’ve been if I’d Bonded.
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Wish I had seen Bond and disposed of kids.
Hey, if you get tired of cleaning your house, feel free to pop over here! My windows are looking disgraceful.
Go see it if you can. It’s really good!
(can you tell I don’t have kids?)
I saw Bond on Saturday. Was very good.