Yeah, I'm on the fence with you Doc. Most people really can't understand how important my animals are to me. But, the opportunity to go back and course correct is a mighty temptation. I let a lot of people (with a lot more "authority") push me and my goals around. From where I'm standing now, if I'd done some things differently through college, I'd be in a much more independent place now. So it's tempting, but yeah I don't know.
That's why I love watching the Avengers with my girl buddies. There's a hot guy for each of us. My sister swoons to Jeremy Renner's snark. My old roommate is a Chris Evans fangirl without shame. My older gal buddy loves RDJ in a fierce and almost unnatural way. And me... I forget how to talk words at the sight of Tom Hiddleston and his cheek bones. It's a brilliant franchise, a veritable buffet for the eyeballs!
My folks always used cash, because according to them credit cards were the gateway drug to bankruptcy and homelessness. I still don't fully understand their math, but the seriousness of the teachings got through. So much so that I've also kept my balance almost nil my whole life.
My mom tells this great story from when I was a wee-tiny Archer (possibly 4yrs old). I wanted a toy or dolly or perhaps a mini-death ray from the store. She told me that we didn't have the money to spend on that. So, quite reasonably I asked why dad couldn't just make more.
I thought when he left in the morning, he quite literally went to manufacture the stuff that mom pulled from her wallet. Apparently I had it wrong, because not only did he not physically make the stuff, that wasn't how money worked in the first place. All I know is I never got that toy/doll/death ray and that it took several more years before I figured out what my dad did when he went to work.
After my circle is closed tonight, I'm filling my cauldron full of candy and power watching both of those movies. When they first came out my family banned them for .... reasons? But Gomez/Morticia have been the sort of romance/life I judge all my relationships by. Thanks for the article Doc, happy Halloween & Samhain's blessings to you!
Which kind though? The originals with the hollow centers (that made the most awesome drinking straws) or the pull and peel that you can turn into sugary spaghetti (not that I've done that either).
Every year I wonder how low the Halloween costume makers can sink, then they debuted "Sexy Ebola Nurse" outfits and the rest of my soul died. Personally I find the slutty versions of costumes to be the worst blight on my favorite holiday (to say nothing of the inherent sexism involved, but that's another rant entirely...maybe after I've eaten another cauldron full of candy).
On your GoT postulation - I've been thinking the exact same thing about a particular character! (Hopefully we're thinking of the same person) and moreover that it turns out to be true.
After surfacing from a lot of Assassin's Creed Black Flag, I've decided that Kenway is somehow the father of Mary Read's child. Because as a Kiddway shipper I need some kind of consolation that even if they couldn't live happily ever after, then I want to think that somehow they got a night of passion together.
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