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Reasons Why Bridget Jones is a REAL Love Story

1. Because the movie men don't cover up her zits.

2. Because yes, she does show her stomach 'pudge' which we all have and all try and hide and pretend not to have because in most movies the heroine DOES NOT HAVE PUDGE.

3. Because she makes the same mistakes I do - ladies, who hasn't been running late and put make up on in the car?

4. Because I can't stop getting giddy every time dreamy Darcy or dirty Dan says something romantic to frumpy Bridget

5. Because I love that she also has trouble picking outfits, not of which actually look like a designer.

6. Because in the end, with all her faults, she still gets her man.

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In honour of love, I got some fantastic news the other day.

A very special congrats to another truly wonderful person, my highschool-Bark-Lake-student-council-cottage friend TLO and her dreamy boy K who got engaged over the weekend on the beach at sunset.

When I was in highschool, I had this running joke where I said I had no tear ducts because I never cried. TLO however was like Niagara Falls.

At camp one year, at our closing ceremonies, we decided our group would get everyone to sing "That's What Friends Are For". I was to stand up with TLO as she knew all the words and well, I was sure I would not shed a drop.

Now, I cry at the drop of the hat. Commercials. TV shows. Kids sayings. Romantic gestures. Clean laundry. A pile of ironed clothes.

It was her fault, then, that the flood gates were opened because when we stood up to sing, it was me who burst into tears and her that held it together.

TLO has always held it together. You can always count on her with a gentle hug, a kind word, a thoughtful phone call. And she always let you know how special you are to her. I frequently get complimentary emails, which make me beam across the big pond.

If there was anyone more deserving of happiness, it is TLO and her K. My heart smiles thinking of them and their big day.

I am going to do my best to make it to this one. Tear ducts and all.

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