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They used to belong to gawkers. Instead of giving them the finger, I took some.

I'm assuming you've got one arthritic one from that cranky old man, one delicate lady finger that used to have its nail painted pink from the lady with the chihuahua in her purse, and one calloused from the homeless man that was holding a brown paper bag. Reminds me a bit of that horror movie called something like "The Hand." I hate horror movies. I'll have nightmares forever from watching one. I bet you love them.

I don't watch horror movies. I've seen some of course but don't actively seek them out. Can't even remember the last time I sat down to watch a movie of any kind but I'm sure at least one or two in the past year. No clue what they were though. Stopped watching TV and shows as well. But the last one I enjoyed was The Walking Dead.

I haven't watched TV or movies for my own purposes in a long time either. Doesn't hold me. We have recently started watching movies on Saturday nights deemed relevant to the part of history my son is covering at that time. Toward the beginning of the school year it was Gone with the Wind for the purpose of the American civil war. Last week was Fried Green Tomatoes for its southern theme and the stuff with the KKK, as we just hit the civil rights movement. I had my husband track down Evita, because we talked about Juan Peron and Argentina a few weeks back. My husband is horrified. I'm pretty sure he would rather punch holes in the dry wall and then repair them (with ear plugs in) while the movie is playing rather than participate. So maybe we will find something else for Saturday. Ha. Anyway...

The Peanut Butter Falcon. Watch that one if you haven't.

We will check it out.