There's seriously very little I wouldn't give to be Jane Powell in Springtide. I'm talking vital organs, here. Kidneys, livers... wait, I only have the one liver so maybe I'm not so serious about this giving vital organs thing.
Anyway, I LOVE Springtide. Back in the 1700's, when I was just a child and used the moniker "NelsonAnJeanette" on AOL, I somehow managed to rig a VCR through a stereo, into my computer's microphone jack JUST so I could have a recording of it to take with me everywhere. I can't even remember how I did it, I just know that it happened, and there were lots of cords.
Did I mention that I was not exactly popular with the other kids?
Not to mention, I place a hardcore WANT on Jeanette's robe thing. A.) It's gorgeous. B.) It doesn't have a padlock randomly hanging from the belt (which Jose Iturbi probably snuck in and stole the key to. Creeper.) C.) I could cut out the shoulder pads and tell people they were still there, pretending like I didn't have Joan Crawford shoulders that linebackers are envious of.
So yes. Springtide. I love it. You shall watch it now.
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