There are certain movies that I shouldn’t be allowed to watch. Ever.
Along with certain Hallmark commercials and that STUPID Folgers commercial during the holidays where the soldier comes home and surprises his family by making coffee. Drat. That one gets me every time.
These cinematic dramas render me to a blubbering mess.
I like to consider myself a pretty emotionally stable humanbeing. But like a spring storm in Kansas (Thank you Gary Lezak), the right conditions might cause a sudden downpour.
Last night it was dumplings, a glass of wine and The Reader.
We’re not talking crying. We are talking, hiccuping sobs followed by honky honky nose blows. Poor Gertie. I think she thought her mom was getting divorced all over again.
No. (honk) Gertie. Mommy’s okay (honk, sniff). It’s (honk) just a movie.
If I were still living with Stephanie, she’d say I was never allowed to watch that movie again. (A rule she had to implement more than once during our tenancy.)
So check that one off the rewatch list. Sorry, babe. You’re on your own for that one.
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What I’ve always wondered is what kind of terrible son greets his family with FOLGER’S. Gross! Have a little pride.