these are the things that amuse me
So, I started work on a long-neglected WIP today (because I made a pact with the devil wrldpossibility that we'd try to finish our WIPs by the start of Season Four) and I realised something that made me laugh out loud, quite possibly in an inappropriate manner, considering I was at work at the time.
Way back at the start of October last year, in Chapter Five of India, I wrote a few sentences about a certain female's clothes:
When he returns to the bedroom, Sara is standing next to the bed in her bra and a pair of gray trousers, slathering sunscreen on her arms. As Michael watches, she digs a long-sleeved white t-shirt out of her suitcase, then pulls it over her head.
I have been looking at it for weeks, but I have only just realised what Sara is wearing in this Season Four on-set photograph.
My amusement knows no bounds.
Way back at the start of October last year, in Chapter Five of India, I wrote a few sentences about a certain female's clothes:
When he returns to the bedroom, Sara is standing next to the bed in her bra and a pair of gray trousers, slathering sunscreen on her arms. As Michael watches, she digs a long-sleeved white t-shirt out of her suitcase, then pulls it over her head.
I have been looking at it for weeks, but I have only just realised what Sara is wearing in this Season Four on-set photograph.
My amusement knows no bounds.