Love Actually

So after returning from life with the whole fam-damly, which was great but still was its ownself, the babies left the building and the husband started popping corks. Me, I was decorating. We are, after all, the Griswolds. If it is colorful, inflatable, and lights up– we want it.

SO– being completely put off by all programming that’s not college football (I LOVE college football), I asked the husband to pick a Christmas movie and he came down w/”Love Actually”, which is why I love him.

What a great movie– but I want to kick Sarah’s butt, and roast Alan Rickman’s character’s ass. But what a great movie, and enough of blogging while snookered.