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Parents In Disguise

That's what I felt like when we went to see Transformers tonight. The place was packed, I didn't mind that. Looking around though? Ha! I think there were maybe a handful of people older than us there. At the last minute, these two teenagers sat next to us. Again, not a problem except holy debbie downer. They poo poo'd every trailer that came on. Airbender (looks good), 2012 (looks really good mainly because it has Bossy's boyfriend in it), Harry Potter, GI Joe and G-Force (I think I'll take the girls to that one). Those were just the ones I want to see. There were a few other trailers but nothing that peaked my interest. I just wanted to tell the kids to shush. I'm getting old right? Dammit, I thought so.

The movie? So good. So very good. A lot of laugh out loud moments that I wasn't expecting. Plenty of quotable quotes. I'll post some of those tomorrow.

Stopped at BW3 for a couple beers and dropped off some wings for Mandyland at work. She was happy for that.

Now? I am off to lalaland. A sunburn can wear a person out.

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