We've been considering getting rid of our cable service because A.) it is too expensive, B.) we don't hardly watch it, C.) we discovered Netflix. No, Netflix didn't ask me to mention them, I'm just uber excited that I found Return to Oz starring Fairuza Balk. I even got my husband to watch half of it. And I didn't even have bargain with him. I especially liked the part where Dorothy is laying on the cot all buckled down and about to get electrical shock treatment. There's also Princess Mombi who switches heads with the other heads in the glass cabinets. But my husband left when Jack the Pumpkinhead started calling Dorothy "mom."
Kids in school classrooms watching Disney movies are so deprived these days.
(I mean, who would've thought Disney would make a movie starring Dorothy Gale who goes to an asylum and then nearly gets her head cut off after hopefully spending a few years locked up in an evil princess' tower?)
Like I was saying, we're thinking about getting rid of cable for good. Sure, there are some television series that I will miss that I can't get on Netflix like I Didn't Know I was Pregnant! and Duggars: 18 Kids and Counting, but I mean who's really counting anyway? Last time I checked Big Love is on Netflix and American Idol sucks.
But then again I may keep my cable just until the end of the year. Why? Because TLC has a new reality tv series called Sister Wives about a Utah polygamist family and because weird is my game. I mean, if my church ever brought polygamy back and it was legal and stuff, then I'd totally be okay with my husband taking on another wife or two. Now he wouldn't be allowed to do it with them or anything, but I'd totally make them my built-in free nanny service. And if they wanted kids, well I have three so they could have their pick. I know for a fact they'd give them back to me and opt to be celibate for the remainder of their years.
Which reminds me, Michelle Duggar needs to babysit my kids.
Wait. Do they really have 19 kids?!
To my Anonymous girl friend in Spain who fell in love with a priest last year and then a gay guy this year, you could be first in line. Now that my husband taught you how to skin a prairie chicken, I'll have him show you how to skin a squirrel. Tasty.
With that, I leave you with Dorothy encountering the stolen heads:
Doncha just wish children's movies were more like this nowadays?
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