In a radical deviation from the norm, last night I watched “Bridget Jones’ Diary” since nothing was on TV, instead of my usual “You’ve Got Mail” or “While You Were Sleeping” or “Love Actually” (which is currently living at ‘s house, and I think one of the others is living at ‘s house, though that’s not the reason for the change).
Renee Zellweger is no Kiera Knightly, that’s for sure. (Because I would make out with the latter, but not the former. C’mon, wouldn’t you? If given the choice?)