Busy, busy, shockingly busy...

...much much too busy for you!

(That's from a Veggie Tales song. I hereby admit that I find Veggie Tales really, really charming. Mallory was never much into them. Oh well.)

Anyway, really busy at work this week but I can't neglect my adoring public. Ha! So here's something for you: You must go see The Prestige. Such a wonderful movie, the best I've seen in a long time. So good that I had to run right out and buy the book. Not, you know, that it takes a great deal of encouragement for me to run right out and buy any book. But -- excellent movie. Highly recommended. (Now you will all go see it and hate it and wonder what I'm going on about.)

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Anonymous said…

It does look good. I may have to read the book first. We don't see many movies. Need to find babysitter...

Now, I have got to go. "I am missing Bonanza."

(from a Veggie Tales cd. They are the greatest.)

1:30 PM

Nancy said…

Thanks for the movie insight, I might just read the book first. I love the Veggie Tale connection, my kids are too old but I hear it is great Christian entertainment. Kids really need more of that these days.
Blessings,
Nancy

8:48 PM

H Noble said…

Justin and I love Veggie Tales. I will be the first to say that you do not have to have children of any age to enjoy them!
Just this week we were driving down the road and Justin said out of the blue, "I gave it to the Peach, because he's got hair!"
Where it came from, I don't know, but we giggled like little kids.
Holly

1:58 PM

Merry Christmas to Joey, too!

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