I have this horrible feeling that I'm going to fall into some sort of pattern whereby I only update this blog on Monday mornings, while I'm in computer class.

Eep.

On Friday, we went to see The Italian Job. This was possibly a bad idea, because both the Male and I adored the original, but there was nothing else on we wanted to see. So Wahlberg and the unhappy Mr Norton it was.

The movie was mediocre. Extremely mediocre. There are precisely three good moments, though we disagree on what those three are. My three:

1. "There are three things you do not mess with - mother nature, mothers-in-law and motherfrigging Ukrainians."
2. Opening the car door and smacking the motorcyclist. Yes!
3. "I command you to turn left!"

The Male disagrees with the third one, and liked the opening-five-minutes exchange of: "I'm sending you something."/"Does it smell nice?"/"No, it's sparkly."/"Does it have a receipt?"

Quite a bit of fun, but not class. And what a waste of Edward Norton.