I dropped in for a quick fix of lifestyle beautifyin» and
I end sniffling through a Kleenex or three.
Now, apply it to your mucous lining of the nose to
end the sniffles.
Not exact matches
I didn't wear gloves or anything while I was dicing it and
ended up
sniffling for the rest of the afternoon; those little buggers are hot!
I wept, and sobbed, and
sniffled, and wailed through the bittersweet adventures of two immigrants - a bear from Peru in London, and an improvised sushi chef from Syria in Helsinki in Paddington 2 (truly a work of comedic wonder, which also made me cry tears of joy) and The Other Side of Hope; the dredged up pain of Folsom Prison inmates in The Work; the anger of racial injustice and prejudice exposed through James Baldwin's words in I Am Not Your Negro - and the blow of that Kendrick Lamar song that comes with the
end credits; the disconnection of fathers and daughters in the corporate capitalist world who discover they can still duet by the piano in Toni Erdmann; the pangs of the teenage heart with the real girls of All this Panic.
I'm glad to hear there was a happy
ending... re: the camera lens, George's
sniffles, and the stress - relieving (and complimentary) wine that helped readjust your well - deserved grumpy attitude!