I vegged out last night. I watched a movie I find romantic, mainly because the hero is so gorgeous, and was able to drool without my husband as witness. He doesn't like the movie anyway. Something about plot and plausibility. Who cares? I was able to get into my inner adolescent and eat grapes and a fudge pop. I was amazed at how the star just couldn't look bad. There was no way to make that happen. I kinda of have the reverse experience. The more effort I make the worse it gets. And I even got that the love interest, who was Chinese, was perfect for him. He could cuddle her up and cradle her like a baby. I'm short, too. Of course, I'm not beautiful with sweeping black hair and puffy lips, and I'm the age of her grandmother, but otherwise...
Today my husband comes home and I'm back on the straight and narrow. We'll fight over what to watch and COMPROMISE. Thus we both will be seeing something we feel lukewarm about, but we're used to it. I predict it will be adventure, sci fy or a history drama. Oh, wait, I'm babysitting tonight, so he'll get a night of watching what HE wants. That usually means a Disney movie for his inner child or "Twelve Angry Men" or something. Let him get it out of his system!
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