Mucus Days

I spent yesterday huddled up in bed, crocheting, blowing snot (the truth is sometimes messy and gross), and watching movies. Occasionally I would venture out into the wild blue living room.

On one of these occasions, I was trying to, um, clear my throat of mucus. Do you know what that sounds like? Trenton called out from across the room, “Right, Mom! Gag it up! You can do it!”

My little hero.

…who leaves his coloring books in stacks of tires. That’s normal, right? For boys, I mean.

There’s a few of you out there (Hi, Mom) that love movie recommendations, and I’m here to let you know that yesterday I watched a million.
You know about Pride and Prejudice. I’m assuming you know about it. There’s a bunch of different versions out there and bunch of different spin-offs (I’m looking at you “Pride and Prejudice and Zombies”)… and I’ve never really bought into much.
The LDS version of Pride and Prejudice was pretty witty, and I’m not just saying that because at one point F. Scott Fitzgerald is quoted. I’m saying that because it’s true. The acting is pretty awful, but I love the movie. Unabashedly.
Apart from that, I’m a hater. I was pretty hesitant to check this one out, but because I’m on a crazy murder/mystery kick (not a sure-fire cure for insomnia, just FYI) I gave it a try. I was pleasantly surprised. The Mr. Darcy in this version of a Pride and Prejudice is my all-time favorite ever (Sorry, Colin).

The series (there’s three hour-long episodes) (not be be confused with three-hour long, follow?) is “Death Comes to Pemberely.”

Basically it’s where husbands and wives meet… as in my husband got sucked into it as well and he’s not ashamed because it’s not about love.  It’s about death and mystery and justice.   I didn’t beg him to watch, he didn’t owe me any favors.  He just hunkered down next to me with a bowl of popcorn and started saying things like, “That freakin’ Wickham is a jerk wad.”

Which we all knew.  But anyway.  There is one sex scene (stupid make up sex) that can be fast-forwarded through.

You can watch it by going HERE.  No Netflix needed.

Incidentally, you can also use that site to watch Downton, Call the Midwife, and Sherlock.  Merry Christmas.  (And DO watch the Call the Midwife Christmas episode.)

Seriously, if you haven’t watched “Call the Midwife”… DO.  Each episode moves me.  There’s no sex in it (but there are babies being born, so maybe don’t let your kids watch with you.  So many questions you won’t want to answer because you’ll be to wrapped up in a good story).

If you do have Netflix, check out “A Foreign Field.”  The A is important because “Foreign Field” is a different movie entirely.

This one made me cry in a happy sentimental way which didn’t help the mucus situation.  But it made me laugh, and it’s one of those movies that makes you feel like you’ve really accomplished something when you’re done watching it… as if your soul has had a hearty work out of sorts.

Lastly, if you have Amazon Prime (which we do because we used their free trial and forgot to cancel it -sneaky buggers.  Classic rookie mistake)… check out “Good Eats.”  It’s cheesy but educational.  The kids will love it, and again: you’ll feel as if you’ve accomplished something amazing (brain work out).

Now if you’ll pardon me, I’ve got just enough time to start another murder mystery and hot pad (with new yarn!) before my piana lessons get here.

Just remember: if ever you find yourself laden with mucus, I’m your girl for movie recommendations.  Or just watch all of the Anne of Green Gables movies.  Sure fire winners, those.

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