There are a few movies coming out this fall and winter that have me really excited. Here are my highlights of the top ten flicks I will be viewing and think you should to (assuming you have the same bad taste in movies as I do).
adjective Trustworthy, genuine.
There are a few movies coming out this fall and winter that have me really excited. Here are my highlights of the top ten flicks I will be viewing and think you should to (assuming you have the same bad taste in movies as I do).
It’s always fun to explore a new London borough. There really is so much that we haven’t seen – still! Sunday lunches with Elsa are a good excuse to try (and to see) something new.
I cannot believe that we have lived here nearly eleven months without ever having had someone over for dinner. I can’t believe we have never eaten at our table, until now. I think I like it. We might do it again soon.
Someone ugly. See minging.
Tantrum. [i.e. "I stood a little bit taller because I was expecting a strop."]
Pen and pencil ready? Assignment: One hundred words about your super power(s), single spaced, 12 point typeface, on my desk next Thursday. Papers with photos earn extra credit.
Trash. It goes in the bin.
Trash can.
I like to think of 351 Crescent House as our little haven. You know, a safe place where we can wear clothes that don’t match, play video games at all hours, and sit reading in a face mask made of blueberries. Maybe Drew doesn’t partake in the blueberry face mask bit, but you get the idea. The point is that this week, my safe haven went public. And Saucy McSasspants was born.
Cup of tea. If you are worried about steeping your tea for the wrong amount of time, check this out.
Check. You ask the waiter for the bill, not the check. (A check is a thing write on to make a payment.)
You know that your life is brimming over with excitement when the funniest thing that happened to you all weekend was an unenlightened exchange with a grocery store employee. What can I say? Things get wild up in her’, yo!
Sleep (fill in the gap) with.
There’s a reason it took so long to report the most recent visit to the Huddleston B&B, made by Kassi and Kelsey of the lovely near-Nashville, Tennessee. It might be that tears welled up in my eyes more than a couple of times and my lip quivered uncontrollably once or twice.
Paper cutter. [Yeah, they say this 'round the office all the time. Bit creepy.]
I think 311 says it best in their love song to music. “You never turned your back on me/When I gave up on myself/You’re my constant companion/What would the world be like without you around?” Ah, poetry. And love.
Crazy, like a train wreck metaphor. Think Amy Winehouse or Britney Spears; they’ve both gone off the rails.
The thing that holds your “purse“. And shoes, computer, brolly, granola bar, map, bottled water, a half eaten sandwich from lunch, glitter eyeshadow (just in case), tissues, hand sanitizer (pro’ly not), iPod, phone, sunglasses, oyster card, and keys.
The thing that holds your money, used like the word “wallet”. Boys still carry “wallets” and girls have “purses” in their bags. I think.
The cat’s meow, all that and a bag of chips, the stuff, something especially good.
Who is lucky enough to have live acoustic music in their living room?! The Huddlestons, that’s who.
While, in the time between one point and another.
What is going on around here?! Who ordered the tent?
(Slang, informal, colloquial, considered more of an east London expression by some proper British people) Thanks.
Nutters, bonkers, crazy, or something similar.
This has been the view out of our window this afternoon… I guess that’s perfect reason to curl up with something good to read in between loads of laundry. And fighting zombies.
Domino effect.
This is sort of like a giveaway, except the winner is already the owner. Ok, admittedly, it’s not much of a giveaway at all. It’s my blog and I will call things what I want.
Unmotivated, unbothered.