In which I go gaga over a pasty English bloke. It’s my sister’s fault. One day she was making fun of my fear of everything and talked about the movie Shaun of the Dead. After she and my BIL talked about the movie, I borrowed it from work and after making sure The Bee was down for the night I popped it in…
It may seem that the grass is always greener on the other side and Summer Jackson can’t wait to be a grown up to enjoy all of the fun things that grown ups do. She would get to stay up later, eat more ice cream and decide her OWN entertainment (hand puppets are NOT that funny)! Tired of the limits imposed…