Movie Night

This is just fun.  First of all, it is rare.  Secondly, undoubtedly one or the other of us has been saving up about 16,000 important tasks (bill paying, diaper-code entering, blog-stalking, etc.) that we need to perform on the computer for when we actually get a chance to sit down.  So generally at least one of us is not paying full attention.  This leads to a lot of frustrated answering of tedious questions by the person who is actually following the movie plot.   Okay, let’s be honest.  About 1% of the time it’s my husband who has trouble following (Jane Eyre can throw any red-blooded male for a loop).  The rest of the time, it’s Yours Truly popping out deal-breaker inquiries (if he stays with me after these cringe-worthy questions, it’s obvious he’s in it for the long-haul) such as “Why can’t they just be friends?” (in reference to Dr. X and Magneto) and my favorite, “Is this how 007 started?” (when watching Captain America).  I know, feel bad for him.