Hollywood Dreams

have you ever watched the movie, 'You've got mail'?
It's one of my "go to" chick flicks. If I'm sick, bord, in a sappy mood, or just happen to pass by it, while browsing one of the many satellite channels we have, I will watch it. I saw it in the theater when I was a young whipper-snapper. Clearly not that long ago, in actual time, but it does seem like a life time ago! I watched the show with a bucket of popcorn and my eccentric aunt, whom I adore. I dreamed of living in a far off city, having a quirky job, and (the point of this rambling) a lap top computer. I wanted to excitedly type on my bed to my charming and handsome Mr. Hanks.
I have a lap top now, which RARELY moves off the computer desk. If it does venture off, it is only to my couch. There have been a hand full of times that the computer gets put in my bed to have me awkwardly type of the keys. Alas, my grace with the lap top does not measure up to Ms Ryan's!
Even now as I am typing in my bed, next to my snoring Mr. Hanks, I still feel a touch glamorous. I know in this day and age a laptop seems ordinary and expected but the fact that I can sit, snuggled into my down duvet (which Dusty bought me as an anniversary present a couple of years ago... I was completely surprised by the gift- which doesn't happen. I didn't even have it on a list or anything.. it really is a lovely and useful present and for those of you who are reading this and don't have one, seriously consider putting it on a gift list in the future!) typing to you is, well, still very Hollywood to me!