We just saw Four Christmases. As we entered the theater we saw a few teenagers get chucked out of the theater by the manager and a rent-a-cop…
Two (or however many) hours later, after the movie, we hear screaming outside of the theater. There’s the manager, the rent-a-cop, and two real cops.
And an irate father…
Pissed dad: “TICKET OR NOT YOU CAN’T THROW A BUNCH OF KIDS OUT INTO BELOW ZERO TEMPERATURES!”
Well, apparently they can. And it’s 28 degrees, thank you.
I spent the day outlining contracts.
Jamie built me a fire, because apparently I’m Renee Zellweger.
And yes, those are both my coffees…they were only 20 ounces…
He was sick during the morning so I fetched him some medicine. I then got royally lost on the way back from getting my textbooks…yeah. It was special. I tried SO hard to make it back without calling for directions, but after 45 minutes being lost for a while, I finally called…
Jamie: Uh, Fail. You’re four miles the wrong way. Turn around. Bye.
Oh well…
…Oh! And before the movie we went toilet shopping!
“I don’t know… this only has level three flushing power. I NEED A LOT OF FLUSHING POWER!
“What? This is serious!
Loading the new crapper (sorry I had to) was fun, because trunk door was frozen shut… so we had to chuck the toilet in the back seat. Hm. Yay Minnesota!
Speaking of which…someone sold the movie rights to my life! Renee Zellweger is starring in a movie where she’s a Miami business woman who moves to Minnesota and falls in love with the rugged Minnesotan hunk.
It’s like the story of my life… except my Minnesota hunk takes me toilet shopping…
