Amazon has been bad for me lately, in that there's just been too much for me to buy. Not good.
This means I have to start cracking down on actually watching the stuff I buy. To wit, tonight will be Trovatore, with my Anna. And that Placido guy. But mostly my Anna. Blonde Anna.
But I have to say, my Anna's new (temporary) husband? Fuckin' schlub. She can do way, waaaaaay better. Every facebook picture of them, he's a fucking schlub, falling over her, contributing nothing. What she sees in him, I have no idea.
Ungh. This guy. Brown shoes are bad enough, but a fucking clip-on?!?
But she'll always be my Anna. I can forgive her anything. Even that fucking schlub.
Yeah, definitely traded down. Not that they didn't have problems, or that the first husband didn't reek of Eau de la Douche, but still. The man could put himself together, at least. And no slovenly paws on the merchandise.