Back in the fall, Dearly Beloved and I went to Georgia to keep little Elmo while our daughter and her two older sons (7 and 10) spent the day on a movie set, The Lost Valentine, starring Daughter & Sons and, oh yes, Betty White and Jennifer Love Hewitt.
SUNDAY NIGHT, Folks! It is the Hallmark Hall of Fame movie on CBS and unless the damnsquirrels chew the cable wires, DB and I will be glued to the television.
They were “extras,” so I don’t know much about the scenes they’re in… don’t know for sure that they are even in the final version, but if the cuteness factor weighed in the decisions, they’ll be there.
While our daughter says that once was enough for her, the boys want more, more, MORE! Food was the attraction. Apparently, local caterers go all out for those plum assignments. There were, I understand, numerous food stations with elegant seafood dishes, roast beef, even chicken pot pie. In addition, there were snacks galore… all kinds of chips, desserts, ice cream, soft drinks. It was paradise for little boys whose junk food intake is usually monitored.
They aren’t in any scenes together and details are vague. Daughter doesn’t know whether she’s married or not, but she did have a scene walking with a man. She had her hair covered with hats or scarves in her scenes because highlighted hair wasn’t 1940’s. The grandsons aren’t brothers in the film.
Their clothes– white t-shirts in one scene, button-down collared shirts in another, look familiar. I have pictures of their granddad in similar clothes. Daughter had three costume changes because, she said, being skinny and small breasted was an advantage for once. (You can thank me later, Daughter– for the small breasted genes. The skinny? Must be from your daddy’s side.) She fit easily into the clothes in the wardrobe department.
Look for a very blond head and blue jeans on one grandson and brown pants and light brownish/blond hair on the other. Wait! You can go to daughter’s blog and see a collage which may help. I’d include it here if I knew how.
My ineptness in blogging matters brings me to apology time. Last night I was looking for a specific post I’d written and wandered into some of my early ones, back when no one, including my family and friends, even knew I had a blog. I looked at them, cringed, and idly made corrections. They weren’t supposed to go out, but the RSS Feed sent them out anyway. OH, THE HORROR AND EMBARRASSMENT!!! If you have a string of two-year-old posts from me, I’m so sorry!