And The Sickness Spreads
Recently a male relative called me up. We’ll call him Dewey, in order to protect the innocent.
The conversation went something like this.
“You’ve failed your job! You were supposed to convince my wife that Pride and Prejudice was evil. She went and saw the Knightly version, and now she’s gone and bought the A&E Version as well!”.
I mourn for Dewey. Another happy man, drug down into the abyss known as Pride and Prejudice. All that walking and dancing and talking of feelings and stuff.
To top things off, I got sick, and stayed at Dewey’s house. While I was in the throws of illness, she turned on Pride and Prejudice. In order to make me more sick? I don’t know. But I do have my suspicions.
Let us all drink some Hot Chocolate in mourning for Dewey.
With lots of Whipped Cream.
does “dewey” really protect his identity???
I never understood the fascination with Pride and Prejudice. Every year I was at BYU at least one of my roommates had that six-tape A&E set. I think it’s a requirement for the BYU co-eds. Maybe that’s why I failed to get married when I was there? I didn’t have the magical Pride and Prejudice box set. Food for thought…
mgm: Of course! I mean, who would have a name like Dewey, unless you were one of Donald Duck’s Nephews?
Rachel: Ah, the sweet, sweet sound of reason. I suppose you didn’t like walking for hours in gardens, talking about feelings either? 🙂
Gardens? Feelings?! What kind of sissy do you take me for?!
The non-walking-in-gardens type?
I don’t really feel comfortable in, oh what’s the word… Nature.
Besides who goes and strolls around gardens like that? Honestly…
The Keira Knightly version was a little creepy. Who wants to see Pride and Prejudice with a Winona Ryder and a John Cusack look a like.