E and I saw "The Producers" last night. Mel Brooks is a god, Nathan Lane is his archangel, and Will Ferrell is his evil, yet endearingly odd, servant. I would really like to see the live Broadway version of this show, but in the meantime, I think the movie does a fabulous job. "It's springtime, for Hitler and Germany..." "If your (huff) intention (sniff) was to shoot an arrow straight through my heart........Bulls-eye!!!"


Looking forward to New Years' and the merriment sure to ensue. (I don't think I'll be having any schapps, though.)