That wasn't very nice.

Saw the movie Dark Water the other day.  After watching the gut-wrenching ending I spent the next 35 minutes (NO LIE) bawling my eyes out. 

Note to movie producers:  consider putting a disclaimer on your movies for those of us that are pregnant and a wee bit hormonal.  No matter where you are, your studio is NOT too far away for me to march my happy ass in there and smack you silly for making me cry like that.

Gah.  I can't even talk about it anymore, it's going to make me cry again.  Bastards.

I've been living under a rock!

Okay, so our friends invited us to the movies last night, and on a WHIM I decided that it would be fun to go.  It's the first time that Bryan and I have gotten out of the house to do something without both of the kids being with us (Marissa came, but Phoebe stayed home) since Phoebe was born.  We decided to see The Island (our friends picked it, I hadn't heard of it).  Okay, so do you KNOW how much it cost for two adults and one child to see this damn movie?  Twenty-three damn dollars and 75 holy cell cents!  Yes, that would be $23.75!!

Jayzus!  Where the hell have I been?  I was anticipating it would be less than $20 for all three of us, but CinemaStar evidently felt that I was on crack.  To top it off, Marissa fell asleep about 1/2way through the movie.  I told Bryan that it was the most expensive nap she's ever taken.

At least the movie was good.  It smacked of Aldous Huxley, but with a twist.  Totally cool.  They even made Scarlett Johansson's big nose look mahvelous.  So, was it worth the $23.75?  Hell no.  Did I have a good time being among adults that were wearing clothes instead of pyjamas?  Yes, yes I did.