The wedding was wonderful fun but I think I over exerted myself with a little too much wine and dance and am now paying the price with a cold that is slowly sneaking in. I felt achy and stuffed up on Sunday so I retreated to my favorite place (the sofa) with my favorite dog (Artie) and my all-time movie (Pride and Prejudice). Now, this isn’t any palsy two hour remake. Oh no, this is the A&E mini-series, all SIX hours. I love this version and whenever I’m sick or feeling out of sorts, I pop it in an waste away the entire afternoon mooning after Mr. Darcy, cheering on Lizzy and gnashing my teeth at that awful Mr. Wickum. I think I’m a romantic at heart. Kevin has learned that when I feel icky it’s best to tuck me into the sofa, put the remote within easy reach, and silently disappear for a while. I could vaguely hear him yelling at the computer but all it took was a small volume adjustment and everything was much better.

I must admit that after watching the series, I found myself with a strong desire to rent Bridget Jones’ Diary just to get another peek at Collin Firth. I admit, I’m a sucker for the dark misunderstood/silent type. But can you blame me?