It isn’t Groundhog Day. But I feel a bit like Bill Murray in the eponymous movie. As I reflect back on the year, and read what I was writing about at this time last year, I feel like not much has changed. Not as much as I hoped, in any case. Unlike last year, there’s not a bit of snow on the ground and we didn’t have a trip to Vegas cancelled because of a blizzard. But other than that, things aren’t all that different from December 30, 2010.
Yes, the early-90s classic. Watching it with my girl, Chloe. And it’s still funny. Very funny. I love Bill Murray. Chloe thinks that Bill Murray’s character is like “Squidward” in Sponge Bob because he’s “unhappy and stuff.” “He’s so arrogant!” Chloe just remarked. She’s very observant.
It’s so much fun to watch normal (i.e., movies that have not been made with little people in mind) movies with my big girl. I’ll have to check out Netflix for our next mother/daughter bonding movie. I think it’s going to be “The Secret of Kells.”
I’m sick of writing about it. I’m sick of complaining about it. And this will the last time this week (I can’t promise that this will be the last time this year, as much as I’d like to make that promise) that I will mention how sick I am of this crappy weather.