Last night I got to take dinner to one of my bridesmaids who has a little baby (Jared made the dinner. Hm! How am I supposed to earn my worth if he keeps being so great!).
It was cold, there were enormous crunchy leaves all over the street + sidewalk. Inside, she and her three year old and new born were having some girl time before her husband got home. The new Tinkerbell movie just came out yesterday and they were watching it (well, the baby wasn't watching, she was sleeping in her swing naked looking like a darling old-person baby).
It made me sad and I couldn't think why. When I left I went to the library and got every worst movie ever and went home to show them to my husband, and then I knew why. I MISS MY GIRLS! I MISS MY SISTER AND MOM! Jared and I don't share the same taste in B movies. He's not interested in:
"The Tenant of Wildfell Hall" | a low budget, ugly cast adaptation of a lesser-known Bronte novel
"Jurassic Park III" | the III is made of bloody slashes
"Waiting for Guffman" | a rambling, plotless movie about crazy people from a small town
"The Snake Pit" | a b+w about a woman institutionalized for mental illness
MK, Jenae and I could watch all four of these in a row (ok, Jenae might have a hard time with "The Snake Pit" and MK with "Jurassic Park III" but I bet they would be too comfy to leave).
It's so surreal to live with someone who doesn't have the same unwind mechanism. And by "someone who doesn't have the same unwind mechanism" I mean "someone who isn't lazy and doesn't have deliciously trashy taste in movies."
1 comment:
It was bliss while it lasted!
Jared is better for you.
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