mrs. padfoot

Listening To: Roads and Rivers by The Head and The Heart
On the Tumblr: why I want to keep chasing snowflakes. 

Happy Sunday, friends! I hope you've had a lovely weekend. I hope you had a chance to sleep in, read great books, snuggle with your dog, hang out with your friends and eat lots of waffles. Or maybe that's only my ideal weekend. ;) I don't often post on Sundays, but I'm posting today because of my dad.


My dad is one of approximately 4.5 men who regularly read this blog. And he casually mentioned that he thought retirement might kick in before that last post came to an end. I thought you might need a breather too. So before I write about more books I want to read this year, I'm interrupting your day for a couple of important announcements. I think the last one, in particular, will be very beneficial.


* Blogger has finally enabled threaded comments, which makes it easier for me to respond to individaul comments as you post them. However. To make that work, I had to change the comments back to embedded. So there will no longer be a pop-up window when you click through to leave a comment. Will you give it a try sometime and let me know if this new method works okay? Was the pop-up window easier for you to wrangle with? If you have trouble leaving comments, please let me know! Changing it back is no big deal. I just wanted to try this out and see if it was any better.

* As I've mentioned one time or a thousand, I'm totally smitten with those crazy Crawleys on Downton Abbey. I've also managed to hook many of my friends and loved ones (minus The Rogue Accountant ... he's a lost cause at this point). During the average week, I have all sorts of discussions about what might happen on the next episode. And what Thomas and O'Brien are really up to and whether or not Lavinia is really as sweet and innocent as she seems and whether Mary will really go through with marrying that smarmy newspaper man. Lady Violet is still a rockstar. The Dowager Countess has that boom-boom-pow, you know?

However. This week, when talking about Downton Abbey, I made a serious faux pas:

I said: "I wish Mrs. Padfoot would stop pushing Daisy and William together. That's making me nervous!"

And my mom was like, " ... Padfoot?"

And I clapped excitedly and yelled, "Mischief Managed!"

Because it didn't occur to me that I'd misspoken. Whenever I hear Harry Potter words, my Pavolvian response is to scream "Mischief Managed" or "Lumos!" (Or "Avada Kadavra" if I'm in a particularly sassy mood.)

So for a second my mom was looking at me all confused-like. And then she said, "There's no Mrs. Padfoot ..."

"PATMORE! I mean Mrs. Patmore."

Padfoot = Sirius Black of Harry Potter fame.

Mrs. Padmore = the snarky-adorable cook on Downton Abbey.

... they do not exist in the same universe.

There is no Mrs. Padfoot.

Sadly.

Also sad: Padfoot is not on Season 2 of Downton Abbey. But that'd make for an awesome story line, yes?




How's your weekend going?


P.S. - If you live in Oklahoma, I am jealous of you, because snowy owls are swooping through your state! If you get a Hogwarts letter, will you at least send me a chocolate frog?