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Shama! Shama!

Taking this to Utah this weekend and plan to watch it and several other old flicks with my Momma... she got sick at the end of the Aloha trip and needs to take it easy-peasy.  So, while not out tackling wedding details, we'll curl up in blankets and I'll make my new killer 'caloric intake 50> caramel salted hot chocolate'... Yay for mom and daughter time!



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kX0NhHtFEqk&feature=related


<3 this:
Paul:  When was I proper and dignified?
Corrie:  All the time.  You're always dressed right.  You always look right.  You always say the right thing.  You're very nearly perfect!
Paul:  That's a rotten thing to say!
Corrie: Before we were married, I thought you slept with a tie.
Paul: No. Just for very formal sleeps.
Corrie:  You have absolutely no sense of the riciculous.  Like last Thursday night, you wouldn't walk barefoot with me in Washington Square Park.  Why not?
Paul:  Simple answer.  It was 17 degrees.
Corrie:  Exactly.  It's very logical, very sensible, and it's no fun!



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0KbNdJXjt1g




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