Boredom set in last night by about 8 p.m. We flipped and flipped and flipped, and not a single decent television program could be found. That’s when I saw THIS in my cable lineup:
So then I was all like, HOLD ‘UP WAITAMINUTE….WHAT DOES THAT SAY?”
I sat up and leaned in so I could read it a little better…
I looked over at my husband, who had become mysteriously interested in his laptop. With a maniacal laugh, I punched the play button and sat back to enjoy a movie classic–one I’ve seen so many times, I can recite certain scenes verbatim.
I giggled when Johnny almost lost his balance on the log. I cheered when he told off her dad for putting her in a corner. And I cried when she nailed the lift in the end…
(Oh, shut up. You know you wanted to see it, too.)
When bedtime rolled around, I pachanga-ed all the way to the bathroom, humming the music from the soundtrack under my breath.
I was squirting a line of toothpaste onto my toothbrush, singing away, when I noticed my husband standing in the doorway with THIS look on his face:
I stopped dead in my tracks, the melody I’d been singing dying off in a discordant manner.
“What?” I asked innocently.
“Nothing,” he answered. “Just wondering what the story was behind all those fun and cool noises you were just making.”
I giggled. “I wasn’t making noises, I was singing the song. The song from the movie.” (At this point, the hormones and lack of sleep kicked in and I couldn’t make words.) “You know…where they….” I mimed dancing. “And she…” I mimed running then jumping. “Then he…” And I mimed him lifting her into the air.
Brian shook his head, laughing, and said, “Whatever, crazy lady.” He then exited the scene, leaving me to ponder just what I sounded like to him. To me, I sounded like this: