No not me. (h-e-to-the-double-L-no) The movie.
Saw it last nigh & laughed a lot. A lot. It’s a funny movie.
There was something that surprised me about the movie… or maybe it surprised me about myself. This movie contains the F word. So much so that I noticed it & it stuck out to me. Like, “Why are they constantly saying the word? Couldn’t they have used a different word and made their point?” And then I complained about kids these days and their loud rock-n-roll music while mixing my glass of Geritol.
Now… I’m normally a fan of the F word. I use it frequently when I can (which isn’t as often because of kids and work). But I do enjoy it’s versatility & it’s effectiveness. It’s a fun word to say!
However, in this movie almost every character used it – all the time! A lot! Over and over again! Is this just another example of me getting old?
Anyway… after the movie there was dinner. After the trip home… came the puking. I don’t know what the hell happened to my stomach, but it was not happy. It woke me up out of a sound sleep at 4:00am to express it’s disappointment with me.
The rest of the day has been spent making up for the lost sleep and gently nursing my queasy insides.
Is it irony that I get sick after seeing a movie about pregnancy? Don’t think that point went by unnoticed either. I really didn’t need the sympathy symptoms… been there, done that, had the episiotomy…twice. Thank you very much.
Okay – back to my prone position in bed and my protest campain against burritos.