One of the renters had cable installed yesterday in her apartment. That wouldn't be noteworthy except it seems that the installation somehow compromised our signal. So when we sat down last night to watch American Idol, and realized it wasn't watchable, I popped in a film. Last week, a colleague of mine turned me on to the huge selection of films available for borrowing at the central library. (This really flips my cheap gene ; ) On the weekend, we watched Trainspotting, a film I had never seen. It was a strange film and I didn't know whether to be depressed or tickled. (I howled at the scene where the excrement riddled sheets are flung open, splattering the family as they eat breakfast.) Last night, we watched Mrs. Henderson Presents. What a darling little film. I had a permagrin watching it. And the reveal at the end that it's a true story only makes it more appealing. Also, there was full frontal nudity, both male and female. Spoiler alert! Bob Hoskins takes it all off. If you haven't seen it, I dare you not to smile while watching it.
Got a giant day ahead of me and a big snowstorm is on tap for tomorrow, so I'll be happily anticipating that all day. Cheers!