I love the eighties. *sigh*
Sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll? Sure. But there were also groundbreaking movies and literature. Television that made people think. And my chickens missed all that.
So what am I doing? A little reeducation. A trip back to the eighties, if you will.
Let them watch Die Hard Saturday evening. Because, I mean, Die Hard 4 is out, and they haven't a clue who John McClane is. I remedied that. I also have Wayne's World (who doesn't like to see a pre-Shrek Mike Myers pull his underwear up his butt and walk backwards acting like a "cheeky monkey"?) Breakfast Club is on my list. Back to the Future. Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. And a few others. These are classics. And I like my chickens to be well-rounded.
Saturday was running around day. The short people and I suffered the extremely hot weather and did a bit of shopping. A trip to see my lovely sis. Then we came home and watched movies. Sunday...guess what? I WROTE! And not just a little bit. *GRINS*
Five thousand words or more on Water Goddess. One thousand words or more on a short story. Go me! Of course, then I had a headache and took it easy for the rest of the day. Read Tamora Pierce's Book One in one of her series. Have the next ones on order. I really enjoyed it. It's Young Adult fiction, but it's a good read. I find myself searching for books that are more than just the same ol' same ol'. There's nothing wrong with that, but I'm leaning towards YA fiction now. Good stuff.
Hope your Monday goes...well, goes.
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