I’m back at work today for the first time since May 20, when I left in a bit of a rush. It’s weird.
I’ve been here since 9 and I just now finished going through my emails, voice mails, regular mail, and faxes. Holy crap.
Ginny still has not been admitted to the rehab facility. We are fighting with insurance companies all day long and hoping that they will authorize it soon.
So. I have a confession.
Everyone likes a few bad movies, right? Of course you do. And while I like many bad movies, there’s one I watched over the weekend that I absolutely love, and I don’t care how much you guys are going to make fun of me about it.
The movie, my friends, is Don’t Tell Mom The Babysitter’s Dead. Yeah. That one. With such silver screen greats as Christina Applegate, Keith Coogan (of Adventures in Babysitting fame), John Getz (a.k.a. Sleazy Guy), Josh Charles, and David Duchovny. Also that little blond lady with the squeaky voice who was on Twin Peaks.
Man. My sisters and I freakin’ love this movie. It’s so wrong that it comes back around to right. The hair, the clothes, the classic lines like “I’m right on top of that, Rose!” and “Liza Minnelli stole our Buick! It wasn’t even our Buick!” – the fashion show, the happy fat vats, the cleaning montage, and best of all: CLOWN DOG. It’s so bad it’s good. Believe me.
Incidentally, we refer to Josh Charles never by his actual name, but only as Clown Dog. And when we see him in stuff, we sing the Clown Dog truck jingle. And when we THOUGHT we saw Josh Charles playing Mike Eruzione in Miracle, we constantly referred to him as Clown Dog. “Shoot it, Clown Dog! What team do you play for, Clown Dog?” and so on. Too bad I found out the other day that the kid playing Rizzo is not, in fact, Josh Charles, but rather is his little doppelganger by the name of Patrick O’Brien Dempsey. A good Irish kid, if names are any indication.
Anyway. Comedy gold, I’m telling you, and we’ve seen this movie about a million times and still haven’t tired of it. I almost want to go home and watch it again.
Yep. I’m that lame.