Like sands through the hourglass, and as regular as Swiss clocks, German trains, and George Hamilton's Botox injections, these are the nights of our lives.
ae: It's cold.
db: It's not cold in here.
[ae puts her hands underneath db's sweater]
db: Aaaaiiiiyyy!!!
ae: See, it's cold in here.
db: It's not cold in here! You need to go back to Narnia, Ice Queen!
[ae & db crack up]
db: Damn, Tilda!
[db spends the rest of the night calling ae Tilda]
[ae spends the rest of the night using her powers for good, not evil]
It's cold!
Posted by: David | Wednesday, 22 February 2006 at 09:37 PM
Damn skippy, David. =D
Posted by: ae | Wednesday, 22 February 2006 at 09:55 PM
Ha. A hertikal review of Narnia
Posted by: The Heretik | Wednesday, 22 February 2006 at 10:33 PM
Great review, 'tik! Ha! I'm looking forward to "Kidman."
Posted by: ae | Thursday, 23 February 2006 at 09:51 AM
Someone once told me, "Cold hands, warm heart." That's my excuse for my perpetual cold-hand-itude, and I'm sticking with it.
Posted by: Pacian | Thursday, 23 February 2006 at 04:31 PM
I'm sticking w/ that, too, Pacian! [Got a blog yet? ^_^ ]
Posted by: ae | Thursday, 23 February 2006 at 11:52 PM