Went to see Mama Mia, Here We Go Again, even though I hadn’t seen the first movie, because all the hype and reviews about this one were so good. I have to tell you I liked it even more than I thought I would!
A few parts are a little slow-moving, but the ABBA music is fun and the 70s outfits are a riot. The story switches between present day and the late 70s and explains how Donna Sheridan (played by Lily James and Meryl Streep) ended up in Greece originally.
Lots of cute moments include one with two of Sophie’s possible dads reenacting a scene from Titanic. And platinum-wigged Cher as Sophie’s grandma is a hoot. “But, Grandma,” says Sophie, “you weren’t invited!” “Those are the best kind of parties, little girl!” Grandma retorts.
I’m still not sure why, but the last several scenes left me SO emotional, I was almost sobbing by the end. Some weird repressed memories or just missing my youth, maybe!? Two thumbs up for a fun summer musical.
No, not those kind…
But parts of me (not my feet) might have been a little blue as they got pulled and pushed and squished into the cold glass and metal of the mammography machine yesterday. Good news, the radiologist did not see anything to cause concern, declaring me momentarily clear and cancer free. Yay me!!
But as anyone who’s gone through something similar (or maybe has a smidgen of anxiety issues), there’s always a niggling little thought in the back of my mind that they might have missed something or something is there and it’s too small to be seen yet. I even asked my internist why they don’t just do some kind of scan of my whole body. She smiled nicely and said in my case it wouldn’t be helpful.
I tell myself to stop the worry, tamp down the crazy and get on with life. Which I’ve been learning to do pretty well. I call it my new normal. But I admit I sometimes need a Xanax — actually, sometimes hubby begs me to take one — to drift peacefully off to sleep…
Seriously, though, life is very good and I’m feeling great!
Photo of blue footed boobys courtesy of Wikipedia.
An old joke for Throwback Thursday before Christmas…
In early December, four of Santa’s elves got sick.
When the trainee elves could not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, Santa began to feel some pre–Christmas pressure.
Then Mrs. Claus mentioned that her Mother was coming to visit, stressing Santa even more.
He went to harness the reindeer, and found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had gotten loose and were out, Heaven knows where. Then, when he began load-testing the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked; the bag of toys fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered.
Frustrated, Santa went back in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum.
Opening the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drunk all the cider and hidden the liquor. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, breaking it into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor.
He got the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom.
Just then the doorbell rang.
An irritated Santa marched to the door, yanked it open, only to find a little Angel with a great big Christmas tree.
The Angel said very cheerfully, “Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn’t this a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to put it?” And that’s how the tradition of the angel tree topper began!
Not a lot of people know this. You’re welcome 🙂