I took James to see the new "Nightmare on Elm Street" last night. Note to parents of tweens-there's no nudity, a few scenes with the "F" word, and a few scenes of extreme gore. It was okay. Well, no it wasn't because I am not much of a blood and gore horror movie fan. Give me old Dracula movies with Bella Lugosi any day. That said, what never ceases to amaze me is how often people talk, OUT LOUD, during a movie. I rarely make a comment but it is frustrating to sit next to someone who is chatting with their friends and TEXTING on their little brightened screen that keeps pulling my attention from the movie. Yes, I am one of "those people" who wishes you would talk with your friends before/after the movie and not make me an unwitting participant in what "Joe told Kelly yesterday..." That's not to say that I mind someone saying,"Don't give her the shot! Then she'll fall asleep and be dead!" I don't mind that at all. It's someone talking to the movie, about the movie...and it's actually pretty funny, most of the time.
James swore he wasn't going to fall asleep, then fell promptly to sleep on the car ride home. Those of you who know James well know how much fun I had dragging my little sleep walkin', sleep talkin' (er yelling) man into the house.
Today, I am being rather lazy. We are down to staples for groceries and I think we'll stay that way til at least Monday. I am trying to get a bit of ChaCha guiding in. Except one can only handle the word "Wat" (should have been what) so many times.
It is hot here in Texas World, which could mean a dip in the pool later on. If I remember where I put my swimsuit.