Last weekend I was in a definite funk. Grumpy, moody and generally being an all-around sourpuss. In an attempt to cheer me up, Mike suggested we watch one of our Netflix movies together once the kids were in bed. I'm pretty sure he didn't realize that the two movies we currently have are (1) Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith, which Hayden is in the process of memorizing the entire script to, and (2) Sex and The City: The Movie. Can you guess which one I thought might improve my mood? Hint: it wasn't the one with wookies.
So Mike sat through all two-plus hours of the estrogen-fest, and was generally pretty miserable. At one point, I think he zoned out and started reciting all the past Superbowl winners in an attempt to not lose his grasp on manhood. Apparently Manolo Blahniks just don't have the same euphoric effect on men.
I'm pretty sure the only thing that could have made the evening more pathetic for Mike was if I were to wrap up in a Snuggie while we snuggled on the couch. (For the record, I don't own one. Oh wait, yes I do! It's called a ROBE!) I have to give props to the inventor of this inane product, if only for the fact that it makes hilarious parody fodder. And an all-encompassing reason to use the word TOOL.
(Thanks, Christyn, for bringing this insanely funny video to my attention.)
In an effort to repay Mike for watching the chick flick with me, I've agreed to sit through No Country for Old Men this weekend. Eeeek.
