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Mr. Moviephone Must Die

I just wanted to know how much the ticket would be for the two year old. That's all. I already know when the movie will be showing, where the theatre is located and other such things that I really don't give a rat's patootey about. How much are ya gonna milk me for the toddler who probably won't see 1/2 of the flick? I didn't find out til we got to the place.*

My son has been raving about Flushed Away ever since the previews started showing on the tv. He has never been to the movies because hi, Mommy has enough stress going on all day everyday and to toss in the movies with the two kidlets is like tossing her in with the lions ala Gladiator. (If Joaquin was there though, I would be ok). Let me tell you right now:

I don't know who those children were and what they did with mine but they can come see us anytime. These kids sat down and were quiet, quiet!, in the theatre for 9/10 of the movie. At the end they both wanted to see it again. We had one stinky diaper and one potty break but I'm fairly certain I missed no important plot points. Peanut was singing this** as we were leaving and in that moment, I had to pause and give thanks that at least one of my kids my eclectic taste in music.

As we were putting coats on I asked Monkey Boy if he was ready for his big adventure to continue and he got so stinkin' excited. It was great. If he could go anywhere in the world right now, where would he go? Well where else dumb ass Mom?? Here of course! Sheesh.

A couple hours in playland, a couple nuggets, some fries and we were good to go. Mommy took a nap when we got home but not the kids. No, that would make too much sense.


12:05 kickoff

Don't let me down Vikes! Zach and I will be the only ones wearing The Purple at work Sun for the game. Don't make us look like fools like last week though Zach was the one wearing the Culpepper jersey. By choice. I'll stick with John Randle thanks.

*5 each no matter how old we were @ the matinee.
** Try not to laugh at :30, 1:11 or 1:49. Please. And if you manage to not laugh then you have zero sense of humor. I love the man but oh. my. god. The Captain just watched it because I was convulsing in tears and laughter, he says he will never be the same.


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