Mmmmm, dinner was brown stew chicken from the Reggae Shack (our local Jamaican hole-in-the-wall). And no, I do not know which parts of the chicken have been stewed in brown or what the brown is made of, and I am smart enough not to ask. All I can do is enjoy the delicious. Spicy sweet! Also, fried plantains = happiness.
I saw Speed Racer totally by accident this afternoon. We'd gone to see Horton Hears a Who, but when we got there it had been canceled to make way for Indiana Jones (aside: Will calls him Indi-and-out-of Jones, which is the best wrong name EVER). If you know anything about kids, you know one does not promise them a movie and then back out at the very door of the movie theater. So, Speed Racer it was. Actually, it was a pretty good movie. The special effects were neat, and the story wasn't super lame (only mildly lame)--but I must say, what's up with the curse words in a PG movie? Now I'm going to be parentally guiding my kids away from saying "ass" and "shit" and giving people the finger.
I am off to finish To Kill A Mockingbird now. I know! I've never read it! And I call myself an English major! I agree, that is completely cringe worthy.
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