fabulousness, restored!

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Thanks, everyone, for your kind comments.

I was in a really bad mood when I got home last night, and eventually settled on the idea that a night of movie-watching would do me a world of good. We have Netflix on demand, so I told Robb that what I wanted was nothing that could be described as "harrowing." I wanted comfort and sweetness, and prettiness. I told him I wanted a movie with frolicking otters and girls in Edwardian dresses.

And Robb being Robb, delivered. Admittedly, he swapped out adorable baby lambs for the otters, but otherwise, I got exactly what I needed.

We watched the 1993 film of The Secret Garden, which was lovely. And then we followed that up with The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert.

I'm feeling much better, now.

I don't know if you ever read The Secret Garden, but it was a real favorite of mine. In fact, its almost comical how well that book sums me up. You have loneliness, the healing power of tending an abandoned garden, the love of animals, you have a young man who learns to walk again, and you have hope.

Follow that up with the lizard-infested fabulous-ness of Priscilla, and its message of being true to yourself (no matter how difficult that is), finding love and creating family in the most unlikely places, and all is right in the universe.

(But really, if you've never read The Secret Garden,or if you haven't read it in years, check it out from the library. You won't be disappointed.)