I just took a Princess Bride Challenge quiz on Facebook, and now the title of this post has me thinking of the scene when Westley and Buttercup finally emerge from the sandpit in the fire swamp, gasping for air.
Life gets that way sometimes, and I wish I was the consistent type who could keep writing in spite of a chaotic life coupled with pneumonia. But I am not that on top of things. Add one more thing to my pile and I do feel like I've fallen into a sandpit and need my Westley to grab a rope and help pull me out. Too bad mine is cruising the Pacific somewhere.
Though I must say, when I watch that movie, and when the R.O.U.S. is attacking Westley, I get really exasperated at how Buttercup just sits there, scooting away from the giant rat in terror, helplessly poking a stick toward it. Puh-lease, like she couldn't grab a bigger stick, start swinging and do some damage. Buttercup is no milspouse, that's for sure. Course, she hasn't had kids yet, either. That would toughen her up a bit.
I'm feeling healthier, and trying to knock things off my never ending to-do list, because it's less than a week before Jamie comes home. Which doesn't give me much time to get someone to haul away the nasty old fridge in the garage before he can stop me. Gotta get busy, but I am definitely back, so stay tuned.
