I have a confession to make.
As part of what turned out to be a Sunday filled with movie-watching, I watched Premonition, starring Sandra Bullock.
It was…decent. It wasn’t bad and I like Sandra Bullock; but, you know – there’s a reason nobody associated with the film was remembered come awards season. And Julian McMahon? Dude…you’re muy bonito, but did seeing yourself bare-chested on Charmed all those times not clue you in that perhaps a bit of landscaping might be in order?
Inordinate amounts of chest hair aside…after the movie was over, I turned to the Old Man and said, “See? The moral of this story is that you should figure out what’s really important to you and you need to show your appreciation for the people you love while you have the chance. You know, by showering the woman you love with kisses all over her body…”
OK, I also went on to point out other, quite lewd things he could do to show his affection and appreciation.
And then? I promptly burst in to tears. Which lasted for like fifteen minutes. What? The fuck?
People, I don’t even have PMS.
I tried to hide the tears from my poor old man, because I had no real explanation for them and therefore there was nothing he could have done to stem the tide. But dudes…it was weird.
So this time we were cockblocked by my own tears.
*sigh*
As part of what turned out to be a Sunday filled with movie-watching, I watched Premonition, starring Sandra Bullock.
It was…decent. It wasn’t bad and I like Sandra Bullock; but, you know – there’s a reason nobody associated with the film was remembered come awards season. And Julian McMahon? Dude…you’re muy bonito, but did seeing yourself bare-chested on Charmed all those times not clue you in that perhaps a bit of landscaping might be in order?
Inordinate amounts of chest hair aside…after the movie was over, I turned to the Old Man and said, “See? The moral of this story is that you should figure out what’s really important to you and you need to show your appreciation for the people you love while you have the chance. You know, by showering the woman you love with kisses all over her body…”
OK, I also went on to point out other, quite lewd things he could do to show his affection and appreciation.
And then? I promptly burst in to tears. Which lasted for like fifteen minutes. What? The fuck?
People, I don’t even have PMS.
I tried to hide the tears from my poor old man, because I had no real explanation for them and therefore there was nothing he could have done to stem the tide. But dudes…it was weird.
So this time we were cockblocked by my own tears.
*sigh*
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