Back Together

You'd think I'd be writing about my Christmas adventures (they involve puking and leading a choir... not the best combo...)  or perhaps some poignant thought about the close of 2011.  But no.

All I really feel like saying is this:

Remember this bit from back in '08?

Well, never mind that.

It's over between James and I.

Hugh and I are officially back together.  We've settled our differences and he is my Movie-Boyfreind once again.





















*Sigh*


-Clancy


(I know, I know.  You've missed me, right?  Since I always have such important things to say...)

A Holiday Gift for You

Dustin and I have been working really hard... learning a whole new skill... practicing and practicing... and YOU get the payoff.   Merry Christmas from Dustin and Clancy.

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Ode to Dinner

O Dinner! Why doth thou torment me so?
Thou art full of guile and unused pasta,
Mocking mine consciousness, so barren of ideas.

The loathing in mine heart knoweth no end, for thee, O Dinner.
Thy sneering countenance doth make my blood boil.
I perceive thy callous taunting,
Thy ridicule, in regard to mine own poor planning.

But I shall prevail!
Bested by thee, O Dinner?
It shall not be so!

'Tis not the chopping, the cutting,
The basting, nor the broiling that plagues the five o'clock hour...
But the PLANNING!
O, to be a planner!

I shall groweth in mine capacities.
I shall strive and stretch and amplify mine talents.
And then, O Dinner, Bane of Mine Existence,
It shall be YOU who laments!!!

Clancy Trivia

- Clancy loves the smell of scotch tape. Loves it. Enough to snag a piece every now and then and stick it on her nose so she can smell it as she walks around.

- Clancy likes to talk in third person. "And that," she says, "is the coolest thing about Facebook."

- Clancy is going to explode with anxiety sometime in the next couple days. Then, on Friday, she will melt into a puddle and read a 1400+ page book.

- Clancy's laundry is currently exploded all over her large basement laundry room. She was doing good at keeping up. And then, she wasn't.

- Clancy is irritated by her iPod car charger. Why won't it work!??

- Clancy bought the wrong ink cartridge for her printer. Why!? WWWWHHHHHYYYYYY!!!!???

- Clancy had a lovely but very busy Memorial Weekend. Non-stop action.

- Clancy wants to sell her houses because she is sick of dealing with renters.

- Clancy's husband loves her and she him.

- Clancy doesn't remember how to cook real dinner anymore. She's completely derailed.

- Clancy is done with this silly post.

Breakup

Dear Hugh.

I don't know how to write this letter. It's hard for me to do, but I have to. You and I have been an imaginary item for, what, three, maybe four years? It's been an awesome few years filled with beautiful on-screen moments and I will be grateful for the place you filled... but I have a confession. I have found a new T.V. Boyfriend.

His name is James. You'll be glad to know that he is a gentleman. He is well rounded- playing characters from the lovable and loving fawn, Mr. Tumnus to the love of Jane Austen, to a devoted soldier who is innocent of his accused crime. It's strange, because he's not as handsome as some of my T.V. boyfriends of the past, but he has that certain something and I'm afraid that he has taken your place in my fictional-movie-heart.

For the record, it is possible to win back my pretentious affections. If you made some poignant movies like James did, it just might happen. Watch his role in Atonement (Clean Flicks version!) and learn what pulls a girls' heart strings.

I hope this doesn't hurt you too much, Hugh.

All my pretend on-screen-affectations,