tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48975758323178726962011-04-21T11:39:44.039-07:00Johnnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897575832317872696.post-11734085924789277132008-11-26T21:08:00.000-08:002008-11-26T21:10:27.071-08:00<div class="main"> <p>This morning I prepared a bowl of soup and put on Mary Poppins. It brought back many memories. When I was a child, I would watch Disney movies every weekend. That was when cable didn’t exist. I have a soft spot for Disney anything. </p> <p>Thinking of Mary Poppins cracks me up. The irony of me dating a British boy. I met his childhood nanny, Lala as well when I was in England last Christmas. Lala is the less stern version of course. How I wish I’ve went for Mary Poppins, the play when I was in <a href="http://www.antor.org/london/">London</a>. I’m almost a play snob now that I’ve attended Wicked, The Musical. I want to watch all plays in London.</p> <p>On another note, my space key broke. You can imagine my annoyance while typing. </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897575832317872696-1173408592478927713?l=everyonelovesanirishgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Johnnoreply@blogger.com0