Christmas Vacation So Far
Since the Italians left us Christmas morning (with a sink-load of breakfast dishes), I haven't done much at all. I did a few little things like: I made soup and chocolate chip cookies; I got caught up on some laundry; I read some; and I got sucked into a whole lot of Scrabble. I also started a granny-square afghan in white/pumpkin/black that for some reason is pleasing the hell out of me. I started writing again, as I said yesterday.
Today after the bank and post office, I stopped and rented two movies. Here's how our after-dinner conversation went:
"What'd you get?"
"1408 and 23."
Blank stare.
"What movies did you get?"
"1408 and 23."
"Not the damned catalogue numbers, the titles!"
"Those are the titles."
"You got movies named numbers? I don't want to watch movies with just numbers! What's wrong with you?!?!"
"Sigh."
Well, we're saving 23 until tomorrow night, but I'm here to tell you 1408 scared the shit out of me! If you like scary movies, go get it right away. If you don't, stay far, far away. We love scary movies - not slasher/saw-blade/chain-saw/stabbing/gruesome shockers, but movies that manage to really throw a fright into you.
I haven't been so unnerved by a movie since The Exorcist.
Stars John Cusack.
