If anyone wants to hear my pitch for Toy Story 4, I’ve got it now.
I had no idea what to expect when the van door opened
Flowers from another planet where it’s warm and colorful and okay to mix patterns.
Starring The Shape of Water, I, Tonya, and introducing the Michigan Meteor as herself
I’ve survived finals, the flu and Seasonal Affective Disorder Madness Night. I need some movies.
Most of her waking thoughts are devoted to “How can we see a beluga?”
Dad whispered, “Did you bring the ponchos?”