Did We Have Sex? Nice.

Dexter intently watching the movie on TV.


Movie on TV: Knocked Up.

(PS. The lamp is all ghetto and shadeless because Dex broke it, and they don't make replacement shades for this particular $40 style for anything less than $746.23.)

Anyway.

When I was about nine we'll say, I spent most of that school year coming home in the afternoon to my sister watching the same movies over and over again. I would stroll in after my pleasant bus ride home to find The Beatles' Yellow Submarine playing for about the billionth time. Seriously, for weeks I would walk in after school and that movie would be on every single day. THIS IS NOT AN EXAGGERATION. Not to mention, Ari would cruise through the film multiple times during the course of any given day. (Mom had to deal with that part.) Looking back now, Ari was incredibly sweet with her little four or five year old antics. Well, mostly. But at the time, it was traumatic for me to come home after a long day of fourth grade or whatever and not be able to kick back and relax without John, Paul, Ringo, and George. However, when she switched from the Yellow Submarine to the Magical Mystery Tour, is when the real trauma began. That movie made no sense, and quite frankly scared the bejesus out of me. There is a part involving gallons of spaghetti and a strange man laughing maniacally for no reason that I can't seem to un-remember. Terrifying. And yet, Ari loved it.

Because of my sister, I think I really have a hard time watching movies repeatedly. I'm just scared of where that sort of behavior can lead me. But there are a few movies I'll watch anytime without hesitation, and Knocked Up is one of them. It always makes me laugh, and I think there are a couple pretty solid life lessons there. Or at the very least humor based on [real] reality. I mean the wife telling her husband "ugghh" and that she's really constipated after he asks if they should have sex that night, c'mon!! Never gets old. But seriously, I dig how the movie explores all the little weird shit in relationships. It makes me happy. Perhaps because so many of the themes (not so much literal content) are applicable to my life.

Speaking of my life, real quick, things are swell. Auntie came, and I survived IKEA. That store is really off the chain - like you need special training/counseling before entering one. However, while in ATL I did manage to dine at Chipotle. Score. But now life is back to normal. Auntie is gone, and I'm working this weekend. It has cooled off much to the dismay of the Southerners here, but I am loving it. Also, I have heard from Joe! He has cracked me up the last few days. What a damn nut. So glad I married him! Je'taime!