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June 14, 2007
It's Over, Hugh. Just Let It Go
Dear Hugh,
Thank you so much for the time we spent together while I was weeding the Flowerbed from Hell this past few days. If it hadn't been for your sexy, intelligent, witty and tremendously English company, I'm not sure I would have lasted. You really made my Sunday and Monday special, thank you.
However, now that the flowerbed is weeded, I 'm afraid our idyll must come to an end. Not without regrets, of course. Our conversations were clever and sparkling, the plays and films we did together won multiple awards (and the admiration of legions of fans), and the sex was as hot as the sun beating down on my baseball cap. As wonderful as that was, though, nothing can make up for the fact that your presence in my life was wholly imaginary. I expect you'll cry crocodile tears when you read this note.
Surprisingly, our dalliance seems to have strengthened my marriage. Dave and I have been watching the Jeeves and Wooster catalogue together for the past few nights, and the time spent together has made us closer. We came together admiring your talent (and that of Stephen Fry, but I can't seem to manage a good fantasy about him), and then we found a shared sense of derision at the writing and directing efforts in some of the videos. Nonetheless, we have renewed our commitment to each other and will no longer be needing you. Unless we want to laugh, of course. (The Gun Seller is on our list of books to read together.)
So thank you, dear Hugh. You made a bad gig bearable. I don't know how I would have made it through the weeding if not for your gorgeous presence in my head. But now that bed is done. It's over. I need to move on to other things. Like weeding the other bed. It's worse. You wouldn't happen to have John Cusack's contact information, would you?
Posted by sally at June 14, 2007 10:11 AM
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He is just as delicious in person, let me tell you! I got to work on HOUSE a few weeks ago and we had a lovely conversation about feeding your soul. Of course this came AFTER I saw Mr. Laurie bellydance. Sheesh, this comment sounds like I am the one having pipe dreams about him. But this all happened. For really reals!
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at June 14, 2007 11:22 AM
Well, the Frye is very tall. That is all I got. The Gunseller is a very enjoyable book. Also John Cusack is about to turn 40 (I think)--we share the same birthday he and I. Two weeks.
Posted by: fire4hairlady at June 14, 2007 09:03 PM
Courtney -- You're going to be on HOUSE? That's fantastic!!! Be sure to let me know which episode. Congratulations!
Oh. And I hate you just a little bit for getting to see Hugh Laurie bellydance. That must have been an absolute riot. He's a brilliant physical comic.
Heather -- Mmmmm. The John Cusack. DAMN is that man sexy. I think he's a couple of years older than me, though. Just checked imdb.com. He's a year older. Turns 41 on the 28th. Maybe I should bake myself into a cake and have myself delivered...
Posted by: Sallyacious at June 14, 2007 10:27 PM
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