1. Apparently, Sunday is the day when all the guys who own the upholstery shops work in them with their shirts off. At least that was my experience on my morning constitutional this weekend. I don't know why, but it makes me less likely to go into these shops and inquire about having my couch redone.
2. Running Scared is a great buddy cop film. It stars Billy Crystal and the late great Gregory Hines as Chicago police officers who just need one last big bust before they move down to Florida and open a bar. If you can get past the 80s music and the hilarious technology (cell phones as big as phone books), it's a smart and funny cop movie. It's the cop movie that Lethal Weapon wanted to be when it grew up. (Yes, even the first Lethal Weapon.)
3. I mowed my lawn. I'm sure you don't care, but my neighbors are probably throwing a party.
4. I accidentally read a crappy book this weekend and now I have to wait until Monday to get started on some revisions I've put off. In fairness, I didn't know it was crappy until I was about 50 pages in (sometimes you have to let a book settle a little before you can really tell), and by then the horrible cliched writing had already taken up residence in my brain. sigh.
2. Running Scared is a great buddy cop film. It stars Billy Crystal and the late great Gregory Hines as Chicago police officers who just need one last big bust before they move down to Florida and open a bar. If you can get past the 80s music and the hilarious technology (cell phones as big as phone books), it's a smart and funny cop movie. It's the cop movie that Lethal Weapon wanted to be when it grew up. (Yes, even the first Lethal Weapon.)
3. I mowed my lawn. I'm sure you don't care, but my neighbors are probably throwing a party.
4. I accidentally read a crappy book this weekend and now I have to wait until Monday to get started on some revisions I've put off. In fairness, I didn't know it was crappy until I was about 50 pages in (sometimes you have to let a book settle a little before you can really tell), and by then the horrible cliched writing had already taken up residence in my brain. sigh.
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