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You know that scene in You've Got Mail when Meg Ryan's bookstore was just closed down and she was sick at home with a cold and a temperature and Tom Hanks brings her flowers?
Where the eff is my Joe Fox? I mean, sure I'm super unattractive when sick, my nose could rival Rudolf's in the Shiny Nose Contest, my apartment is resembling Kathleen Kelly's, and I throw a pity party like nobody's business, but I would give up my lacrimal glands for a little bit of man nursing. I'm not talking hooking me up to IV fluids and pumping me with sudafed and ibuprofen. But, it wouldn't hurt to have a pretty man make me chicken soup, rent me a couple movies, and cuddle up with me on the couch for a few hours without looking at me like I have Ebola. Or just flowers. Or whatever. It's just the way you get when you're sick.
So, as a replacement, I did the chick flick thing. I am aware that I have The List to get through by 2009 and that Winter Break is the optimal time to make progress, but I have almost two years for that yet. I did what any cuddle-deprived, nose-blowing female who leaves work early (but did not leave her staff shorthanded, she's not that horrible) would do- I rented John Krasinski's new DVD License to Wed and Waitress.
Let it be known that License to Wed was merely picked up due to the fact that I'm a LITTLE BIT IN LOVE WITH JIM HALPERT. And, well, a little eye candy never hurt anybody. Especially when he can't see Rudolf blowing her nose on the couch. Sure, the movie was pretty much suckage except for a few funny moments, but I did appreciate multiple cameos from the cast of The Office. Waitress was a different story, however. It was an excellent movie with excellent acting and an excellent plot and an ending that made me want to make a goddamned pie and do everything I can to be happy with life.
After I'm over my cold. Maybe my Joe Fox will bring me chicken soup AND pie.
Also, I can't believe You've Got Mail is like ten years old. I suddenly feel really, really old. And Meg Ryan looks it. But it's okay, because I haven't liked her since this movie anyways.
I still love Tom Hanks, though. K, I'm done.
Where the eff is my Joe Fox? I mean, sure I'm super unattractive when sick, my nose could rival Rudolf's in the Shiny Nose Contest, my apartment is resembling Kathleen Kelly's, and I throw a pity party like nobody's business, but I would give up my lacrimal glands for a little bit of man nursing. I'm not talking hooking me up to IV fluids and pumping me with sudafed and ibuprofen. But, it wouldn't hurt to have a pretty man make me chicken soup, rent me a couple movies, and cuddle up with me on the couch for a few hours without looking at me like I have Ebola. Or just flowers. Or whatever. It's just the way you get when you're sick.
So, as a replacement, I did the chick flick thing. I am aware that I have The List to get through by 2009 and that Winter Break is the optimal time to make progress, but I have almost two years for that yet. I did what any cuddle-deprived, nose-blowing female who leaves work early (but did not leave her staff shorthanded, she's not that horrible) would do- I rented John Krasinski's new DVD License to Wed and Waitress.
Let it be known that License to Wed was merely picked up due to the fact that I'm a LITTLE BIT IN LOVE WITH JIM HALPERT. And, well, a little eye candy never hurt anybody. Especially when he can't see Rudolf blowing her nose on the couch. Sure, the movie was pretty much suckage except for a few funny moments, but I did appreciate multiple cameos from the cast of The Office. Waitress was a different story, however. It was an excellent movie with excellent acting and an excellent plot and an ending that made me want to make a goddamned pie and do everything I can to be happy with life.
After I'm over my cold. Maybe my Joe Fox will bring me chicken soup AND pie.
Also, I can't believe You've Got Mail is like ten years old. I suddenly feel really, really old. And Meg Ryan looks it. But it's okay, because I haven't liked her since this movie anyways.
I still love Tom Hanks, though. K, I'm done.