The weather has held off, the kiddies are ready for school tomorrow, I’ve got a tone of work done today and I even had a power nap for the ages! All that’s left now is to convince the family that the VMA’s and True Blood can be DVR’d and that Family Movie Night with Thor, Goobers, Raisinettes and Extra Buttery Redenbacher is exactly what the doctor ordered!
As he often yet (still) unexpectedly does, my honey surprised me with dinner and a movie tonight when I returned home from another brisk evening of conditioning in preparation for the kids’ Indoor Track season.
So instead of teeing off on Rex Ryan’s foolish bounty on his brother Rob, the Tea Party exemplifying togetherness in their efforts to keep Bristol and her two left feet on Dancing with The Stars or George and Kanye’s Come to Jesus and reconciliation, I’m going to snuggle up with the beau and pray that Common is a more believable NBA point guard in Just Wright, than he was as a crooked cop in Date Night (shout out to Tina Fey and Steve Carell’s Peppermint Hippo Sex Robots! LOL).
Although I had planned for tonight to be a wholesome Family Movie Night, The Red Box selection that conveniently made its way into The Pack Household this evening was “The Wolfman.” Now don’t get me wrong, I loves me some Benecio Del Toro, but the idea of some flinching, screaming and scaredy children at the transformation of this beautiful man into a ghastly beast is just not my idea of a good time.
The worst part of it all is that I’ve warned these hardheads that “The Wolfman” is not a chicken-friendly flick, yet they insist on wanting to watch. Hmph! I guarantee you that by half past three, my bedroom will be the sanctuary for a bunch of fretful, cowardly adolescents.
*Guess I’d better go ahead and pull out the night lights!*