Not exact matches
, feeding a baby every 2 to 4 hours (with each feeding session lasting about 20 minutes, give or take,) trying to figure out why a baby is crying, tackling a never - ending
pile of laundry, being covered in spit up, doing a mountain
of dishes (and more)-- and doing all
of this on a serious
of cat naps over a span
of several weeks sounds like sitting back and relaxing, well, I guess yes, moms on maternity
leave really are enjoying
kicking their feet up.
No more running through map after map
of barren terrain in hopes
of flipping over a lonely bucket or
kicking an idle
pile of leaves to discover one health potion you're never going to use.
The film's saddest moment on this score involves its most solid, least «hippie scum» figure: toward the end
of the film, the unassailable, unimpeachable police detective Bigfoot, working basically the same case as Doc but from different angles, clearly now gone to seed,
kicks down Doc's door, eats a
pile of grass and
leaves.
It's a film that wants to be the middlebrow version
of a Todd Solondz picture, meaning that it's going to
kick over all manner
of seething social ant
piles but turn away at critical junctures and ultimately reassure by
leaving its anti-hero paterfamilias sadder, wiser, and with a 1.2 million - dollar salary with which to staunch his psychic wounds.
It's that wonderful time
of year again when the
leaves turn red, golden and brown and gather in enticing
piles at the side
of our streets, all ready to be jumped in and
kicked about.
There is nothing better than
kicking your way through a huge
pile of autumn
leaves as you walk through the park!