But I can't think of one...
Which doesn't bode well for the rest of this post.
The Great Gatsby opened this weekend.
Iron Man 3 opened last weekend.
So Sandra and I went to see Oblivion this weekend.
There were 6 of us in the theater. Total.
And I didn't have a blessed clue what was going on.
Confused and mostly not entertained throughout the entire 3 hours.
It was a good thing that my kids were at my house when I got home because Clint and Max had just seen it and they loved it. (OF COURSE THEY DID. I am the complete opposite of my children.) They patiently explained the premise to me; "It's exactly like Wall-E, mom."
Which actually did straighten things out for me.
I prefer dialogue.
Conversation and relationships over action and special effects any day. Every day.
The boys were back in town because they had a road trip planned for Saturday and my place was the meeting spot.Everyone was staying for night (they arrived around midnight) and they planned to leave before 8 am for Seattle.
When I went to bed at 3, they were all still up.
This morning, it was after 11 am when I placed my hands on the front end of Max's truck and said a quick prayer for safety and protection as he backed out of the driveway. The three people I love the most in the whole entire world are hanging out together today, and it just makes me smile.
$10 entrance fee and then play until your wrists get sore or they close. Whichever comes first.
Max's heaven will have pinball machines. Old ones. From the '80's.
(That was written on Saturday evening.)
It's now Sunday night.
And Mother's Day is over. Yay.
I'm not a fan.
Hate these sorts of days when people are forced to express emotions that they may or may not be feeling. It's just so awkward.
I'm becoming a bit of a scrooge, aren't I?
I disappointment myself sometimes.
Three things I'm thankful for:
1. Saturday's unexpected sunshine.
2. Unexpected sweet card and gift from Danica.
3. Lilacs. From my sister.
4. Conversation with my mom.
5. The women in my life.