We are officially living the midwestern dream! Our basement is finished. There's a wet bar, a gym room, space for a pool table or poker table (haven't decided yet), and a 100-inch projection screen.

That's right, 100 inches. It's ludicrous.

For the last few months, while the project was underway, the honey and I have been making mental lists of the movies we wanted to watch on this mammoth screen. Old favorites, classics, big action features--the main requirement, though, for high status on the list, was that we didn't catch it in movie theaters. So the first thing we watched was Band of Brothers. (Okay, not quite the first thing--because I'm completely addicted to Gordon Ramsay, and couldn't wait, we watched Hell's Kitchen before anything else.)

Anyway, Band of Brothers. I'd seen it before, some parts more than once, because my little sister is strangely obsessed with it. Although, it's not that strange, because I'm kind of obsessed with it, too. It really improves the more times you watch it. Not that it isn't engrossing the first time, because it is, but the storylines are so complicated and there are so many characters who look so similar in their soldier garb, it's just easier to follow it all the second or third time around. And it's so immense, you notice new details every time. For instance, this time I noticed that the other times I watched it, I'd missed an entire episode! Yes. And it was the really sweet one, too, featuring the adorable Cajun medic. So it was very rewarding, and now I'm all interested in WWII again. Do you think there's a market out there for a WWII-era historical romance?

Posted by Louisa Edwards at 3:43 PM