(no, no the movie, which I'd otherwise want to see except I really cannot stomach the eternally grimacing and perpetually underfed Kiera Knightley...)
rather...
It's nice when you think someone blew you off and then you find out that they didn't blow you off, they just forgot because they, too were having a hard week, and when they realize they've blown you off feel so bad about it that they leave a large bag of homemade cookies and 2 pints of Ben and Jerry's ice cream on your doorstep because you were not home when they came by.
And then you make unbreakable plans to go to Christkindlemarkt and drink glogg.
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