Everyone these days wants their microcopy to bring the funny. To infuse some lighthearted joy into an otherwise tedious chore, spark a smile in the midst of the workaday...
I only have two things to say right now, and this is what they are:
The first thing is that Melissa Averinos is the best friend ever, well, for a whole host of reasons, really, but at this moment also because she of all people knew that all I really wanted for Christmas was a set of bright white handkerchiefs, beautifully embroidered in the corner with the initials of Mr. Edward Fairfax Rochester.
I mean really. How great is that?
Suitable, naturally, for sobbing into, while standing under a very large tree near Thornfield, just before one of the best proposal scenes ever.
The second thing is that you should go see The King's Speech.
Now.
Repeatedly.
With ever-increasing intensity.
Oh.
Yes.
That.
...yeah, that's about as much of a cogent review as you're going to get out of me, I'm afraid. I just don't have it in me tonight, not after watching that movie and then instantly wanting to watch it again. If it were a book, I already would have read it twice.
And besides, I've got another 3,000 words to write tonight.
Just go.