I am watching the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice with Colin Firth. Forgive me, my Pride and Prejudice purists, but I rather like the more concise version of P&P with Kierra Knightly. The BBC version is more like the book, but I like the reality of the newer version better. For instance, I like that every hair is not in place and the lighting seems more pre-electricity. The women seem less made-up and their clothes seem more realistic. And I prefer Kierra Knightly as Lizzie. And Donald Sutherland as Mr. Bennett. Mr. Collins and Mrs. Bennett are equally annoying in both movies. Quinn keeps commenting that the women in the BBC version look like men. "Isn't that a man?" or "Look at that jaw!" Okay, I'm done.
I cut my husband's hair yesterday. Yes, you may EEK!. I did. It did not turn out as badly as I anticipated, however. This is before:
and this is after:
It's not too terribly shabby. The cost of the haircutting kit was cheaper than getting Quinn's and all of the boys haircuts together, and so I'm resigned to the fact that I will be the one providing their trims. And maybe I'll get better.
Some random stuff:
Last night, we had some of Quinn's friends from Greek over, with their wives. We had a wonderful time and stayed up late chatting and laughing. Two of the couples are planning to go to the mission field after they graduate, one couple to Thailand and the other to the Philippines. I love being the hostess and I'm so thankful for this large house, where we can do just that.
This morning, Stokes called Quinn between Sunday School and Worship and told him that he was coming through Clinton, MS for lunch with the youth (from our church in Birmingham) and could we meet them? We left a few minutes early and ran up to our local Mickey D's to catch them before they continued on to Texas (for a youth trip). I nearly cried seeing them and hugged all the girls. They plan to stop by on their way home Friday and spend a little bit of time here before they go on to Birmingham. I miss home, even though I seem to have adjusted well here. Once again, I remind myself that three years is not that long of a time. Though, by that time, I'm guessing I will have developed some very close relationships here and will be sad to leave.
I'm enjoying my Sunday afternoon lounging about and ignoring the great pile of clean, unfolded laundry heaped on a chair in my room. That is for later. When I'm not lounging about.
Enjoy your family. And your Sunday afternoon.