So Friday was my dad's birthday, so I went home for that. My sister officially has gestational diabetes, so my family has been mocking her by drinking Mountain Dew in front of her. My poor sister. She also determined that she's going to be a stronger Christian, because she's pretty sure hell serves only diet soda.
On Saturday I stayed over at Best Friend Girl's place, where we watched obscene amounts of ANTM, and then Transformer's II and Bram Stoker's Dracula and a bunch of Roseanne.
Me: God, I love how absurdly dramatic and intense Optimus Prime's voice is.
Friend Girl: Can you picture him ordering a pizza?
And then today my family and I went to
Heights Theater for a special showing of The Muppet Movie, although it turns out we had an extra ticket. We tried to get my mom to scalp it because that would be the best criminal activity ever, but she gave it to someone instead, because my mother is no fun. While we were waiting outside for it to open, we admired the poster for Where the Wild Things Are and my sister expressed her dismay that more children's books aren't made into feature films.
Sister: I mean, where's the live-action epic of Harold and the Purple Crayon?
Me: Or The Poky Little Puppy?
Sister: Or
Gregory the Terrible Eater?
Me: Only if it's directed by Michael Bay.