happy columbus day. it's actually columbus day eve, but i know i won't be around tomorrow.
i feel a cold coming on. i should get some sleep, but lill and grae just watched an episode of untold stories of the e.r., and are now in a bit of a state. they were mesmerized. obsessed. and no matter how many times i warned them that this was a nightmare-inducing show and no matter how many times i reminded them that they were not nightmare-loving girlies, i couldn't tear them away from the telly.
it's funny, though. grae was mesmerized for pretty much the same reason uncle sugar would be; they do enjoy the gore. grae, like her dad, smiles for the entire show. i hear oaw! and a major giggle at the grossest parts. it's only later, as soon as she turns back into a little girl, that it hits her...she's a little girl.
but lill is like me. watches with a broken heart, holding her breath until the hopeful ending. just crushed if it never comes.
let's be honest. a guy with an eight-iron through his head? a woman shot in the face? how do you define hopeful ending?
i would so much prefer they watch the latest movie with which esmé's a little obsessed. yeah. she talks about this movie all the time. to us, to strangers, to her best friend tootie...
ALL. THE. TIME. which would be fine if her pronunciation wasn't so painful.
assho boy. coming soon to a theater near esmé.