WELL THERE'S TWO HOURS OF MY LIFE I'LL NEVER GET BACK

Aunt Chrissy and Bosco came for a light Sunday evening supper, a rousing game of Doozie Ball, and then I settled in with some stitching and a movie for company. Mistake. Big mistake.

Now, please understand that I will watch just about everything when it comes to movies, and if there's a hunky handsome man involved in the overall plot I'd probably watch paint dry if it meant I got to see Kevin Costner in a robe.

I suppose what I'm trying to say here is that I'm not a movie snob. I'm really not at all. As a matter of fact, if you ask me what my top ten movies would be the list goes something like this:

1. Ghostbusters.
2. Out of Africa.
3. You've Got Mail.
4. Cinema Paradiso.
5. Jaws.
etc. etc. etc.

So when my dvr thingie suggested that I might like to see Basic Instinct 2 I figured "Hey, I like Sharon Stone. And I love a good plot twist or two, so how bad could this be?"

Well, let me tell you that I could not tear my eyes away from the damn thing and it had nothing to do with the fact that I was interested in the story or that I thought the location was fabulous (hello, London!) or that the clothes were beautiful. I kept watching the damn thing because I fully expected Sharon to turn to the camera and say "Surprise! I thought I'd star in the National Lampoon version of Basic Instinct and since these nice people paid me all of this money and all, I thought I'd show a nipple or two and be done with it".

Eye yai yai yai yai. Bad, I tell ya. Just bad.

Stewey was so disgusted that he turned his back to the TeeVee and decided to channel his inner snooze. He was completely tuckered out from his Doozie session with his Aunt Chrissy, and he thought I was a complete boob for not turning the damn thing off already and just reading a book or something.

So I'm working happily along on Laura J. Perin's Daisy Collage. I am in the home stretch now and think I might complete this one by the end of the week at the rate I'm going. I still love love love it and am thinking about what I might do with it once it's stitched. Pillow? Box top? A fabulous summer tote? I'll keep you posted.

The only other news from here in SpinsterVille is that I seem to have done something completely catastrophic to my right knee. I don't know what that means exactly, but let's just say that I'm envisioning a trip to an orthopedist this week. As it is now I'm hobbling around with a Target brace thingie on it hoping that the diagnosis does not involve the letters A, C, or L. Drat.

I know, I know. It's not like I'm an athlete in training or anything and this will set my schedule back for completing that triathlon next month. But when I head to the kitchen for something that I shouldn't eat, would it be too much to ask that it not hurt so much to do so?

That's the report for this time, kids. We're off to August like a herd of turtles! Do you suppose that it will be any cooler than July?