We finally sat down and watched
The Fountain. A bigger pair of blubbering wusses you've not seen. I suggested a rousing round of
What Dreams May Come for a chaser, but B is having none of it. Maybe we'll just do
The Incredibles instead... Nope, his idea of relief is
Bones.
So, it was a good movie. And, like WDMC, we may some day watch it again. But in the mean time, it is very sad that B will be so broken if/when anything ever happens to me. I feel horrible for him. So does he. And thus we both cried a lot.
y si creo