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.
Thank you.
(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!)
Much Love,
j
1 comment:
So jealous. I know you will share though. Let's plan a party. For reals.
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