The husband is psychic.
The other day I was dancing around the interwebs and saw this funny picture:
And I thought to myself, "hey, I never did see the last Twilight movie." Since it's a part 1, I wasn't in a hurry, and I honestly have no idea when it came out. Life has been... scattered... for the last while. I've actually seen the last 3 with the husband in the theater - I think because he secretly adores Twilight. Or doesn't trust me. When I read the books I tried biting him and he would have none of it. Pssshhhh.
So I've been thinking to myself that when he goes out of town again, I'll rent it. So he doesn't have suffer through it. Because I'm thoughtful like that. And then Saturday night he comes home from the grocery store with a redbox copy of Breaking Dawn. OOOOOOoooooo, he IS psychic.
Anywho, we survived it although he did say any, many snarky things. That were entirely deserved. When it was over, he had two very good observations:
1. The Cullens are filthy rich, right? So if they were trapped in their house because the werewolves were all around and couldn't get out to hunt, why didn't they have a cow delivered?
2. Or an armored tank?
He's a problem solver. Also, my observation is incredibly pathetic, but I'll be honest. I've had 2 kids and I hate exercising, so watching cute actresses prance around in bikinis makes me feel a little insecure. It's my own fault, I could do a sit-up, but I'm too exhausted from following the Dude around all day. Which does not tone my midsection as much as it should. Anywho, it helped that she started out cute and then spent the rest of the movie looking like a crack addict. Very considerate of her.
And now I'm off. I'm going to have 7 kids over here for a bit while some friends attend and help out at a funeral. In theory it sounds like a lovely idea. If they yell, I'm going to stuff cookies in their mouths to stop the noise.