|Loved this part.|
I became completely annoyed with the family of five (two parents, three kids aged two to six) that sat directly in front of us and proceeded to say "What's that Mom?", "Where's Harry?", "I need more popcorn!", "I want the ORANGE soda!" ad nauseum throughout what seemed like every tender or quietly suspenseful scene in the entire movie, but even that couldn't mar the joy for me (particularly after we moved mid-movie to quieter seats).
I've decided to pretend that the family was there for one last family togetherness time before the father is deployed somewhere scary and dangerous. Not that I would wish that on anyone (it was just a movie after all), but it makes me feel less frustrated with the situation. And who knows? Maybe there really were extenuating circumstances that, if I were aware of them, would help me to feel more kindly about it all.
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In other news . . .
I know you're dying to know how long I ran this morning. Well, I'll tell you.
Twenty-five minutes. Non-stop.
Oh yeah baby, I'm tearing it up.