My love for Gene Kelly is well-established (like I said, I have a type, like whoa), and this is a lovely use of Bruno Mars. (I like that they referenced That's Entertainment! at the end, since this is an obvious homage.)
Speaking of Bruno Mars: If you weren't listening carefully to "Locked Out of Heaven", you'd miss some choice lyrics. "Your sex takes me to paradise"?!?!? That is so damn awkward and embarrassing. I am no prude (though I have taken to changing the station in Rosina's presence when certain things come on--Tone Loc, I'm looking at you!), but if they were going for poetry, they missed the mark. Surely the word "love" would mean nearly the same thing, and scan better as well. And damn, I actually liked that song, and now I feel weird about it.
Since I neglected to mention it, a link to my tummy cure. At least it seems that way. I have been on some serious antibiotics in the past--Cipro for food poisoning twice, I think, and three weeks of clindamycin this spring--so I was definitely skeptical. But things are a lot better at present.
Turned in the sample on Monday! Now I'm nearly finished with some knee-high tube socks for Rosina. She has been a bit impatient about them... I have one sock finished of a pair for myself, but other than that, I've been thinking about starting some cool fingerless mitts from the yarn I bought in Manhattan. Also, Rosina says she wants a stuffed alligator, but I don't love the patterns I've seen. She'd been pushing for a hedgehog earlier in the year, so I may encourage that. Also, I have seen an amigurumi narwhal. That will be happening regardless.
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