Not just a little bit of love. LOADS.
I heard once that, "girls aren't supposed to like Monty Python". I suppose I'm the exception.
I. ADORE. THEM.
I have always loved dry British humor. The dry British everything. But Monty Python was different. My first exposure was in 7th grade-when we got to skip band and watch Holy Grail in the library after our first concert. I was hooked...and have had secret crushes on all the guys since. (Shhh...Eric Idle is my fave... ;) ) It doesn't matter what mood I'm in when I start a show...I'm always, ALWAYS happy when I finish. My face hurts from smiling, and my stomach hurts from laughing. Hard.
Yesterday, I asked one of my fave people at Liberty if I could maybe, just maybe, possibly borrow her stash of Flying Circus, IF I promised to take ever such great care of them. (Because I was very much in a Flying Circus sort of mood.) She said she'd have to ask her hubby.
Today, she met me in the hall with this:
She said, "For keeps...to make you happy."
Leslie, I can't tell you how stinkin happy you've made me. I am thrilled and giddy and happy and I can't WAIT to plug one in. YOU, my friend are amazing.
(I promise to take good care of them and love them and NOT to bug you with TOOO many quotes...just a few...Wink, wink, nudge, nudge, say no more, SAY NO MORE!)