The above quote is exactly how I feel after the theater experience I have just had. I went with the husband to go see Scary Movie 3 and it was just lame. They tried way too hard.
Anyways I am going to puch on and try to forget I paid to see that movie. (At least I went to the matinee) The husband is out in the garage attempting to prove his manhood by putting on the new windsheild wipers and doing something with the oil. Whatever floats his boat.
I had a mostly boring day today. I watched "I Love the 80's Strikes Back". Why do we love watching the 80's shows??? I cannot stop...maybe it is some attempt to reclaim some lost youth or something. I enjoy sitting there and remembering my jelly shoes or wearing stirrup pants.
(The husband just came in from the garage and said,"The more and more I think about it that movie was really bad.") Thanks hun!
I am getting really mad that the cats don't drink out of the cat fountain I got them. They would rather drink from the dirty dishes???