At which point we arrive at my little segment at 2:07
First, watch the trailer, then I shall EXPLAIN WHY ALL THE THINGS.
So there I am, already jittery because a video call is like a telephone call on steroids (and we all know what phone calls do to me. And steroids. But not really the steroids. Just the phone calls.) and sweet Jennifer, in all her soothing sweetness and putting you at ease kindness says:
"Okay, I'm going to mute myself SO THAT I DON'T DISTRACT YOU (emphasis mine) and you just read and don't stop if you mess up."
Whew. Okay. I can handle that. Deep breath.
And THEN (emphasis still mine), as I'm trying to be sleek and chic and enunciate and do her proud, I see her doing this on my screen:
See, apparently silent Jen had made e-friends with my 6 year old son over my shoulder via the magic of our shared video-call experience and suddenly he appears in his
Ah yes. So professional. Much clearness of speech.
OBVIOUSLY I would have been, like, great or something if it weren't for Jen's insta bond with my carnivorous feline pop-star child.
But she kept me in anyway because she is incredibly charitable. And loves cats...?