The Little Things

Pigskin has a brand-new shiny job that started bright and early today at 1PM, I know. He was up very bright and very early this morning and left me all by my lonesome to enjoy the relative comforts of The Shoebox.

I got nearly nothing done.

What *did* I accomplish in my hours of beautiful solitude? Well, I stopped at the Post Office to mingle with The People, I sent the Crazy Jamaican a box chock full of goodie yum-yums; and I began new fic. Part Three of the Willow/Tara series. It's looking pretty promising.

But the very best part of my day, and I mean the bestest, most precious, faboo part of my day was Pigskin's return. He strolled in, as he per usual, all lanky and long armed, tough looking and unconcerned. Then he struck up a brief conversation about the things he did and how tired he was AND THEN he pulled out a little Jumba figurine and said it was for me.

I was all touched because random unexpected gifts! Who doesn't love that. Christmas is still a month away. Birthday's not for another two months. Thanksgiving doesn't require gifts and besides, he's always good for the dishes. So, I was pretty tickled.

Pigskin in working with a shelter to put together gifts for Christmas. They're only giving boxed gifts, so some things aren't getting given away so the employees can take them home, if they like. Pigskin, my dear, sometimes annoying little brother, brought me home Lilo and Stitch figurines. And the funny thing is, he drew out, the little bugger. I thought it was just the one, but then he pulled out Jumba's sidekick, Pleakly. He decided they might need washing cause even though they were in great condition, "who-knows-where-they've-been".

As he's merrily soaking them in the kitchen sink, he slowly pulls out, one by one, Nani and Lilo and Stitch. "They even had him," he said handing me Mr. Bubbles. I was thrilled and touched. And then he handed me Stitch-As-Dog.

That's the thing that kills me about Pigskin. He never does anything when or because you want him to, but always when you least expect it, just because he can or because he thinks you'll like it - Wham!

Yea, family's okay. Sometimes they're even kinda nice. Today, they're pretty great.

Amusement

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Also, As much as it is bound to suck, as these things tend to do on *some* level, I'm looking forward to Honey. I know, me and my freaky fascination with dance movies. But at least there will be hotness: Jessica Alba of the hot body and hotter lips and scrumptious Mekhi Phifer of the even hotter body and hottest lips. There will be gyration and gratuitous belly shots, check out the trailer if you don't believe me.

Then there's Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights, which just looks particularly painful, is also on the list. I just know it's going to require a trip to Cuba shortly following the premiere.

I blame it all on those MGM musicals I watched as a child. If you want to avoid my fate, kiddies, remember that Singin' in the Rain is not your friend. No. Turn the channel now. Well, maybe not now. Wait until after the "Gotta Dance" flashback, oh, and then you can't miss Debbie Reynolds popping out of that pink cake at the party, and then there's the lip synching part and the actual *song* Singin' in the Rain . . . and, and, and. Brother. I guess you should just watch the whole thing.

Apparantly, my fate is inevitable.