Just Call Me Lucy

'Tis the season for happy movies that make me cry. Yes, I cry over Sandra Bullock. Only at Christmas. Because we're the same person. Except for the no-family-and-falling-for-a-guy-in-a-coma part. Nor do I own a cat. But I do tend to dress like her on Saturdays. (See photo below.)

I'd say that she gets under your skin as soon as you meet her. She drives you so nuts you don't know whether to hug her or, or just really arm wrestle her. She would go all the way to Europe just to get a stamp in her passport. I don't know if that amounts to insanity, or just being really, really... likable.

~Jack, While You Were Sleeping

I have a stamp-less passport. Sigh.