First off, can I just say that it’s one month until LES MIZ comes out and I am so excited?! I’ve watched the trailer like a thousand times. Literally. I have it on repeat on my iPad. I’ve been singing all the songs and I have to admit, I could totally pull off Cosette. No offense, Amanda Seyfried. I know you were in like Mamma Mia and whatnot. But I would have killed it.
“There is a castle on a cloud, I like to go there in my sleep…”
Alright, Dad. Geez. He’s been claiming to get a lot of migraines lately. But it’s only when I sing songs from LES MIZ. He’s obviously totally uncultured.
But it’s the time of the year for goodwill and giving back, so I will find it in my heart to cut my dad some slack. Of course, he could do the same and let my voice be heard. (I shouted that part, so he could hear my disgust.)
Anyway, Thanksgiving was last week. And in school, we learned about the Pilgrims and the Native Americans sitting down together and breaking bread – or, breaking turkey rather. It all seemed kind of stupid at first, since obviously Planksgiving is the superior holiday, but it ended up being kind of interesting. Because sure, they fought over land and religion and the English bringing their disease-infested selves over here. But I have to say, I think all the problems really stemmed from their wardrobe differences. The Pilgrims are dressed all drab in black and white with those stupid little bonnets. And the Native Americans went all out sporting bright colors and feathers. They were totally more fashionable.
Which is the real lesson here: Incorporating color into your wardrobe can make the world a better place. That will bring about true change and happiness. You heard it here first, kids. Or, I guess the Native Americans said it first. But in a whole other language. Glad I could translate for you.