''To dream the impossible dream, to fight the unbeatable foe, to bear with unbearable sorrow, to run where the brave dare not go, to right the unrightable wrong, to love, pure and chaste, from afar; to try when your arms are too weary; to reach the unreachable star. This is my Quest---to follow that star, no matter how hopeless, no matter how far, to fight for the right without question or pause'' (The Impossible Dream - lyrics by Joe Darion, music by Mitch Leigh)
OK, so my "go to" meal, when I'm absolutely blood sugar freaking out is a McDonald's cheeseburger happy meal. (My Obgyn said not to eat anything white: white bread, pasta, rice or potatoes, but fuck her if she thinks I'm going to give up eating a small fries.) Anyway, Purge and I always get the toy for the child under three years old. And they're cute. Baby Ronald on a turtle, etc.
Now, with the new Shrek movie out -- OMG! The toys!
I just got a baby girl ogre that cries, burps and says "Da Da". I have her at my desk at work. I love her. I'm hoping the whole set is safe for under three, because there is the dragon/donkey baby, the gingerbread man, puss in boots, the whole gang! (Tempest you have to give the baby the toys! That's the story anyway and I'm sticking to it.)
I'm hoping to see a Pirates of the Carribean 3 / Shrek 3 marathon at some point this weekend. Definitely matinees, though because I'm too cheap to pay full price for a movie. posted by Tempest at 1:08 PM[edit]