Friday Night

Suddenly, we are going to watch a movie because suddenly my husband returned home from work this evening with the movie pictured left and “Casino Royale”, for which he is assigned to watch the beginning of for a certain vital writing project purpose, for which the Person-That-Is requested such a “Casino Royale” beginning. And “Indiana Jones” beginning. And—well. I know my husband. Stirred, not shaken. And he’s funny, too—a writer with an intense sense of humor. Except that he doesn’t believe in Big Foot…

I am not looking forward to the movie, but I am looking forward to the beginning sequence of “Casino Royale”, but only the beginning, because these days it’s simply: James. So. What, Man, so what. Come on. No woots. Come. On.

If my husband ever emerges from our toddler’s bedroom, this is the movie/research/movie evening that awaits me. Until then, I continue to freak out over why Windows 7 will not communicate with our wireless printer, thereby interrupting

E V E R Y T H I N G.

About PB Rippey

Writer, wife, mother, grateful. Fiction, memoir, poetry, kidlit (MG), member SCBWI.
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1 Response to Friday Night

  1. Susan says:

    Did you watch the Casino opening? I haven’t seen the Lost City. Let me know what you think.

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