My friend is trying to name herself, and she’s like, “Oh, what’s that name that’s like marmalade, but it’s a name?” and I know she means Adelaide, but I think I can talk her into naming herself Marmalade if I play my cards right here.
Not in a hateful, cruel way, but because my name is Newt, and I think “Newt & Marmalade” sounds like a detective agency that solves mysteries for tiny garden critters.
I finally watched The Sound of Music and like I get it now, I get it.
It’s a beautiful two hour love story of a strict man finally opening his heart again and then a fifty minute public service announcement to hate the nazis. Brilliant.
