Ohhh...where you goin'? You want to ride in limo like Barbie? (Chinese accent preferred).

So, I saw "New York Minute" last week, and let me just say for the record, that it was by FAR one of the WORST movies I have ever seen in my life.  It was so horrible that I laughed...a lot...Not because a single-kernel of it was funny (besides the above quote, not the hard-on one, the other one), but because it was soooooo laaaaaaame.  For one thing, the Olsen twins can't act for the life of them.  Secondly, the film is just one big excuse to put the girls on screen for 2 hours in as limited clothing, and as much make-up as possible.  Oh yeah, and the plot-line was oddly familiar.  Um, kind of like all the other straight-to-video movies they've done, only...HEY, it's in the Big Apple this time instead of London, Paris, Australia, Timbuktoo...Poor things.  Such monopoly, money-making tools. 

In other news, I feel that some serious apologizing is in order, and that is to my dear friend Laura.  I have been a real poopy-head these past few days, and it stinks.  No pun intended.  And Laura, being my confidante, my right-hand woman if you will, takes the blunt of it all cuz of course, she is the one I vent to.  So, it's that time of month and my family has been nothing short of unpleasant and belittling to me, but that is no excuse.  If me being in a sour mood isn't enough, I showed up late to a rock-show last night that I had asked Laura to view with me, and she gave up valuable sleep time to see it. And because I showed up when it was almost over, it was a waste.  Granted, I show up late for pretty much everything, and even though I did have a bit of a viable excuse since I had been stuck in traffic coming home from Orange County and o.k. so I stopped to get food, but it is still no excuse.  I do not like being a poopy head, nor anything even remotely associated with a bowel movement for that matter, so I declare from this day forth, or at least for awhile, to be poop free. No Huggies required.