. . . . by Dianna. Dianna was here this past weekend, and left behind a few things. I'm always amused by these things, and tend to feel quite sentimental about them, especially when they seem so quintessentially "Dianna" to me!
And doesn't Bonnie look sad that Dianna's gone back to school, too?
While Dianna was home, we went to see Mama Mia. OK, another confession. Where have I been all these years? Under a rock? I've never heard of Abba before!
I loved it! Except for the very weird guy sitting two seats down from us. He was just way, WAY too into the women in the show, and his abundant squeals of delight were unnerving! Dianna called it right when she said, "Let's leave now!" just as the credits rolled, and we fled from the theater. He was right behind us, and given his general, ummmm, enthusiasm, he should have stayed until the very final credit was finished. I was glad to see Dianna has good instincts about these things. . .
Anyway, if you haven't seen it, go! If a mother or daughter will go with you, even better. But avoid the Weird Guy if you can . . .