Why I love my wife.
Feb. 10th, 2008 11:07 amOmaha and I were debating seeing Beowulf, the new one. I commented that it wasn't the real deal; The dialogue was awful, you had wear the 3-D glasses, and Grendel's mother had been transformed from a horrible, mordant monster into, well, Angelina Jolie. Naked.
"Ah," Omaha said. "That's why you want to see this movie. Angelina Jolie's boobs."
I said, "That's not it. I'm not into Angelina Jolie. She's nuts."
"Dear, if I showed you Angelina Jolie's boobs, and you couldn't see her face, you'd still want them. You wouldn't know they were attached to a crazy woman."
"Ah," Omaha said. "That's why you want to see this movie. Angelina Jolie's boobs."
I said, "That's not it. I'm not into Angelina Jolie. She's nuts."
"Dear, if I showed you Angelina Jolie's boobs, and you couldn't see her face, you'd still want them. You wouldn't know they were attached to a crazy woman."
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Date: 2008-02-13 02:33 am (UTC)Then again, my impressions of her recently are of someone much more grown up than ten years ago.
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Date: 2008-02-15 08:59 pm (UTC)Is it too much to ask that her present mistakes, whatever they are, also be kept out of the public eye? I think I know every detail of the whole Brad & Angelina saga just from looking at the covers at the grocer's.