I’m writing this from my mountain retreat, the one with a great view of Zollicoffer and enough animals to staff 3 petting zoos. I’ve been trying to blog, but my mom bought a new sofa, the kind with a recliner on each end, and I’ve been horizontal since we walked through the door.
Except last night when the young ones convinced me to go to a late-night movie with them. Ten o’clock? So THAT’S what that looks like. I wouldn’t have bothered but the theater was playing Twilight’s Breaking Dawn, and I had to see Edward and Bella get married because otherwise HOW WOULD I GO ON? The only weird part was when it showed Bella realizing she’s pregnant cause she missed her period, and I’m thinking that would be something I’d be paying attention to if I were dating a vampire. Everyone knows not to go wading in the ocean during that time, so I’m thinking you wouldn’t want to be alone in a car with a vampire, amirite? On the way home, we discussed who was hotter, Edward or Jacob, and pretty much everyone was on Team Jacob. Except Joseph. He thinks Edward has better hair.
The night before, we stayed up watching Cowboys vs. Aliens until 2 a.m.
It was a much simpler film than Twilight. Everyone agreed the cowboys were WAY hotter than the aliens. Even Joseph. There might be a deeper meaning in all of these movies, but so far, I’m unaware of what it might be.