I was sick yesterday and spend the rainy day catching up on Netflix selections as I ODed on Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice two-disk series from 1995. While I've read the novel many, many times, not so much because it's a thrill-a-minute page-turner, but because it works better than a sleeping pill for snooze inducement. At any rate, this rendition featured one huge plus that Ms Austen's stuffy missive lacked--Colin Firth. I wouldn't say his extensive acting skills were much in evidence, but boy is he ever good at staring! He pretty much gawked at the leading lady during the entire five-hour miniseries which in turn caused alot of excessive staring (and drooling) at his attractive visage on my part. And could he wear a taller hat? Good lord that was some elevated headgear! I'm madly in love. Colin = eye candy. :)
In other news, I have had my fuzzy Teddybear ass handed to me on a shiny FFB platter for three weeks in a row and this week ain’t looking so good either. The Sneaky Snakes mean serious business as here’s what I found in my inbox this morning…Wish me luck!