a good toad or a bad toad? and don’t lie to me, it’ll only take one kiss to find out…
looking forward to the weekend. i’ve been saying, for a while now, that i’ll catch a flick and never manage to…well, it might just happen this time. Dodgeball is showing at a local theatre. i’ve seen the trailer and it looks hilarious. i think everyone can relate to that time in their youth, back when you wore long tube socks with colored stripes pulled up (in vain) to your kneecaps and tight shorts with the white piping (tacky as hell!) i freakin’ hated dodgeball. we used to call it murder ball. there’s something a little off when the gym teacher encourages kids to lob a ball as hard as they can in hopes of nailing someone in the head. the boys were tough but the girls…well, they were ruthless. that red rubber ball hurt! but hey, i was one of those girls who LIKED the square-dancing section of gym class, how dorky!
hence my method of playing Murder/Dodgeball: blend in with the folk on the sideline that were hit and out of the game, look non-chalant, and hope that 45 minutes flew like lunch period.
anyhow, the bottom line is i need to laugh. laugh. laugh. and laugh some more. i may even purchase a bottle of wine and make myself a nice pasta dinner.