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Jul. 3rd, 2013 03:36 pmMy Family: THE ADVENTURE.
Mum's had knee problems for ages, exacerbated by a recent fall (oh my god mum just get the fucking knee replacement already, you will be so much less CONSTANTLY ANGRY) and so when we go to the supermarket she drives around one of those motorized supermarket carts, which is quite funny to watch. Especially since my mother is not a patient woman and you can see the temptation to run someone over glittering in her eyes at times.
We went shoe-shopping after, because I foolishly mentioned I needed new shoes; shopping with my mother is an exercise in "No, not those shoes, oh my god" but I did get new work shoes out of the trip. And because everything was buy-one-get-one-half-off I also got a ten dollar pair of gloriously hideous blue shoes to wear when I enjoy looking like a fashion victim, which happens more often than you'd think.
We've spent the afternoon watching the classic Branagh-Thompson version of Much Ado About Nothing in preparation for tomorrow's excursion to see Whedon's new production of it, which I want to see because Clark Gregg and Amy Acker (also, I do like Shakespeare) and Mum wants to see because I lured her into it with the promise of Nathan Fillion.
The only person on earth who like Nathan Fillion more than my mother is, I believe, Joss Whedon himself.
Texas still hot and filled with things that can kill you, but at least the beer's cheaper than Australia.
Mum's had knee problems for ages, exacerbated by a recent fall (oh my god mum just get the fucking knee replacement already, you will be so much less CONSTANTLY ANGRY) and so when we go to the supermarket she drives around one of those motorized supermarket carts, which is quite funny to watch. Especially since my mother is not a patient woman and you can see the temptation to run someone over glittering in her eyes at times.
We went shoe-shopping after, because I foolishly mentioned I needed new shoes; shopping with my mother is an exercise in "No, not those shoes, oh my god" but I did get new work shoes out of the trip. And because everything was buy-one-get-one-half-off I also got a ten dollar pair of gloriously hideous blue shoes to wear when I enjoy looking like a fashion victim, which happens more often than you'd think.
We've spent the afternoon watching the classic Branagh-Thompson version of Much Ado About Nothing in preparation for tomorrow's excursion to see Whedon's new production of it, which I want to see because Clark Gregg and Amy Acker (also, I do like Shakespeare) and Mum wants to see because I lured her into it with the promise of Nathan Fillion.
The only person on earth who like Nathan Fillion more than my mother is, I believe, Joss Whedon himself.
Texas still hot and filled with things that can kill you, but at least the beer's cheaper than Australia.
