so. my parentals have arrived, yes.
mostly, my mom can drink a homeless person under a bridge and my stepdad can school any single one of you on the nuances of hefeweizen.
none of the above items makes ANYONE moulin rouge-proof.
so i sit here, with aaron and eddie roaming in and out of the room, watching THE BEST MUSICAL EVER MADE while everyone else is "otherwise occupied."
i NEED TO KNOW that there are others out there that LOVE MOULIN ROUGE AS MUCH AS MOI.
because, OMG I DIE each time i watch this movie.