Love It!

Gives me warm fuzzies

So this weekend my sister and I took the nephews to the local model train show. Usually the boys love the train show and are excited, but this year, Hosh was having none of it. He was SO GRUMPY. It was as if he was denied cheese for a week. I felt bad so I went up to him and said, "I love you Hoshie." To which he screeched back, "I LOVE YOU TOO." If I had to go by tone alone, I'm pretty sure I just received a kick to the shin.

Adventures with my cabana boy

So today my friend, who I lovingly refer to as my cabana boy, and I went to see Watchmen. I feel a little bad for my friend because he wasn't familiar with the graphic novel so I don't think he really enjoyed it. We did get a chuckle out of Dr. Manhattan and his lack of clothes. However, we totally lost it during the movie when about an hour in we hear this noise. I immediately think, "who wore shorts and is sitting in a vinyl chair?" Then I realize that the theater is all cloth seating and then it hits me that yeah, someone farted - LOUD. I look at my cabana boy and he is busting up and I immediately start laughing too, but he gets this mortified look on his face because my laughing it makes it look like he was the one flapping his cheeks. Unfortunately, by then I can stop laughing, I am in fact snort laughing. It took forever for me to finally compose myself and by that time whoever dealt it let another one rip. It made for quite the entertaining experience. Oh and I enjoyed the movie too, except for the ending, they screwed with it.